I love a Cow, there’s noting like zipping down a trail on a misty day in the Alps when you here “the bell” clunk, clunk, clunk – oh Shit, there’s Daisy stood mid-berm and in no mood to move – I followed my much taller than me mate down once and he hand to duck under a cows head mid-bend.
They seem to have their fencing sorted now, haven’t seen Cows on the trails for years.
Used to find Sheep on the Downhill Trails at Cwmcarn all the time, usually on the first run there’d be a couple running down the trail at warp speed trying to get away from you, you don’t want to shock them, but there’s not much you can do when they’re right in front of you.