So, today I made the awaited return trip to Little Solsbury Hill as leader of the local walking group. I was a little disappointed (and surprised) by the relatively low-number turnout compared to some of my previous walks. Then again, it was raining around 7am when I woke up this morning and the forecast was for at least a cloudy day…
“Forget the cud, they want blood!” – Apocalypse Cow
But, the forecasters didn’t get it quite right and we really enjoyed our walk, keeping up a great pace, too – we somehow completed the circuit in less time than my second pre-walk 8 days ago!
However, the real tale from this walk was in our latest bovine encounter…
“Fee-fi-fo-fum. I smell the flesh of an Englishman…”
We were sat beside the trig point, enjoying our lunch about the halfway point; vaguely aware of the docile beasts some way behind us.
Within 5 minutes, two carefully flanked around and waded in towards us, before the rest of the herd took that as a signal to join in… We were outnumbered.
But we survived (just). We live to walk another day.
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