Whilst on holiday in the Peak District we encountered cattle.
We were walking to Monsal Head, and our first encounter with cattle happened as we entered a seemingly empty field. Then we noticed what we thought was a bull standing in the middle of the field. We couldn’t work out whether or not it was a bull so we walked round the side of the field, then we realised it was a cow and noticed there were six others and breathed a sigh of relief.
Our second encounter was a bit more dramatic. On our way back from Monsal Head we walked along a river and suddenly there was cattle all around us. We walked calmly through what must have been 20 or 30 cows, perhaps bullocks I don’t remember, along the river. A runner walked past us in the opposite direction and looked terrified!
We then encountered the bullocks pictured. According to the walk route we had to cross the wall and head up the path. There were maybe 15 or 20 bullocks in the way. We studied them for a little while, working out what they were going to do. They were pretty docile until hubby got closer, and we decided to turn around and try an alternative route!
Then hilariously I mistook a large plastic bag of rubbish for a cow sitting down!