Tell us about your weekend ride

4 of us out walking had a herd of young cows (bullocks?) chase us across a field, bloomin scary. I was wearing red so got urban myth paranoia that I'd be the one trampled when they went postal...

Some friends of mine and I walked through a field of bullocks once. They were so sweet; massive animals surging forward to seemingly satisfy their curiosity about you, perhaps within sniffing distance, but surging back allowing us to carry on walking. Despite their size, I didn't feel in danger at all. Perhaps this was because we were walking along a fence on our left side; it just didn't feel as if there was going to be a stampede at all.