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.