Picnicers attacked by wild cow in Jura mountains

Well, I exaggerate, but not by much.
It may look sleepy and just curious, but Mrs Creweboy was squeaking and even I, a paragon of calmness under pressure, didn't manage to get the beast centred in the view finder before finally, to the relief of one and all, letting in the clutch and smoking away. Next time, I keep the roof up for more protection!
Apart from this exitement, it was a great picnic in an empty valley, with blue sky, sun, shade from the pine trees, good food and great company.