After exploring the village of Appleton Le Moors, myself and
my buddy Nic decided to wander off the beaten track a bit. It’s not every day that
you end up surrounded by luscious countryside and sheep hanging around every
corner.
So we thought we’d make the most of it before returning to
the rest of the hen party who were back at the house.
We wandered past a field of cows. It’s strange getting so
close to the animals. We had to open the gate right beside where they were just
to get passed. They never even flinched. I guess they’re used to people
meandering by, enjoying leisurely strolls.
Afterwards we went in the opposite direction and found, you’ve
guessed it, sheep. They were lined up standing on two legs trying to eat from the
bushes, which I’ve never seen before. I guess you adapt to your surroundings.
I love this photo so much. It reminds me of some kind of
hipster album cover. Maybe The Beatles in a past life without Abbey Road to fall back on.
We walked on further, bendy country lanes, barely wide enough for one car. We had to keep stopping to let them through. They in turn had to wait for the sheep to pass by. It was hilarious at times.
It was a long walk, not so bad going as it was mostly down hill. Coming back was a whole other story though.
The views were absolutely stunning. Gorgeous rolling hills, yellow blossoms dotted about. The smell of wild garlic in your nostrils, rustic fences and grazing horses. I could have quite easily hopped the fence and just lain in the field watching the clouds pass by.
Near the end of our walk that's pretty much exactly what we did do. We came to a stream with a bridge (of course everyone knows in the story you have to cross it) they probably don't warn you about the electric fences or the massive piles of cow pat everywhere though. No you have to find that out for yourself.
It opened into a clearing full of cows and bulls. I know how serious bulls are. We kept well back and found a secluded part next to some bushes. We sat for a while making daisy chained necklaces and crowns. I kid you not, that's actually what we did. All the while we kept checking about to make sure no bulls were coming our way.
It was a lovely, peaceful day. For me, it was one of those walks that I'd never do again. You go and you experience it once and its special and magical, but you'd never go again because A. it was hard work and you don't think your legs could manage the walk (you know what's coming this time and it aint pretty) and B. you don't want to take away from the shine of the place. What if you didn't miss the poop next time? what if it was raining on the bridge? These are honestly the questions I ask myself.
Have any of you ran into some bull trouble recently?
