It was a big brown one – balls like spacehoppers, ring through it’s nose, no horns – I thought maybe they snapped off goring the last cyclist who went that way – sorry can’t be more specific, my farm knowledge consists of going to the Royal Highland Show & patting the lambs.
Couldn’t see the rest of the field due to the hilly nature of the land – I wasn’t sure if lone bulls were usually fine but if coos were there too it’s a no-go, likewise coos with calves – there were some sheep who didn’t seem too bothered by him.
It didn’t look too angry but was a fair old lump of beef, made me hungry in fact – had a nice rare onglet steak that night to restore my pride.
*edit – he was right behind the gate so I was also slightly concerned that he’d do a runner as soon as I opened the latch, so impossible to maintain any sort of distance…