Bullocks!

Never have two people been so glad to get on the other side of a gate! These bullocks followed Ken and I all the way across the field. No evil intent, but rather too much interest for my liking. "We'll be fine, Ken," says I, "just don't look behind you." But we could feel their hot breath on our backs and one (number 157) started to nibble my coat. Definitely too close for comfort. Once we were through the gate, we turned round and laughed a lot. What a shame Dorothy hadn't been watching out of her living room window!