The bull was following me and they called out my name to warn me. My heart was pounding. I wanted to run but knew I should not. Useless anyway, the bull could accelerate from nothing and was much faster. If I could find a breach in the stone wall I could climb out of harm’s way, but there was none. Perhaps I could reach the gate and climb over it. A dark shape loomed ahead of me. I was caught between the bull and one of his cows.
I turned to look back to see how close the bull was come. And saw Keith’s white jacket and his white dog Lotte urging me to break out of the line and into the limestone clitter. So with my heart racing I made my way toward them, glimpsing another cow amongst the dark shapes of hawthorns. Rain was not far off and the gloom made it hard to make out the cattle amongst the scrub.
The adventure was the story we locals swopped all that morning. The cattle on Scout Scar are docile, I’m familiar with them. This was untoward. The experience was exacerbated by lack of light in a landscape where murk prevailed. In retrospect, we all agreed that the bull had been in pursuit of a cow on heat- it was my misfortune to come between them.
I was mighty glad of Keith and Lotte that morning. It all happened out of nowhere and that common sense explanation and course of action came only afterwards. Several of us had come close to tripping over cattle on a bright winter’s morning when the sun dazzled us, or bumping into cattle on thick fog. Friesians said Keith, they’re the ones to avoid. Dairy bulls. His family farms near Tregaron and he told of ugly encounters with bad tempered bulls.
All’s Well that Ends Well. More apt is The Winter’s Tale and Shakespeare’s Camillo who exits pursued by a bear and is eaten off-stage.
The adventure was the story we locals swopped all that morning. The cattle on Scout Scar are docile, I’m familiar with them. This was untoward. The experience was exacerbated by lack of light in a landscape where murk prevailed. In retrospect, we all agreed that the bull had been in pursuit of a cow on heat- it was my misfortune to come between them.
I was mighty glad of Keith and Lotte that morning. It all happened out of nowhere and that common sense explanation and course of action came only afterwards. Several of us had come close to tripping over cattle on a bright winter’s morning when the sun dazzled us, or bumping into cattle on thick fog. Friesians said Keith, they’re the ones to avoid. Dairy bulls. His family farms near Tregaron and he told of ugly encounters with bad tempered bulls.
All’s Well that Ends Well. More apt is The Winter’s Tale and Shakespeare’s Camillo who exits pursued by a bear and is eaten off-stage.
RSS Feed