Don Stables memory of Happy Horses. Reminded me of one of our many holidays in Wales with the kids when they were young. We were walking alongside a wall which skirted a meadow. From where
we were, about 20 yards away the field dropped away. Like Don we suddenly heard a noise like thunder, shortly followed by a herd of bulls coming up OVER the rise at full pelt and heading straight towards us. Fortunately, probably because we were up against the wall, they put the brakes on, but not before giving us the fright of our lives.
Last Tuesday, Barbara and I were having a walk in the Haughton area. We passed a gate with a sign on which read;
DO NOT ENTER THIS FIELD UNLESS YOU CAN CROSS IT IN 9 SECONDS. THE BULLS CAN CROSS IT IN 10
A sub-culture of English eccentricity - living out the "Spirit of Adventure and Exploration" on which the British Empire was built!
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