A couple of years ago, Mrs G and I were walking up Golden Cap, and there were cows everywhere on the far slope.

We made our way through them, warily. A calf was being extremely frisky, and kept darting around behind us. At one point, we heard a thunder of hooves getting louder and louder. We quickened our pace, hearts racing, when the noise stopped suddenly! We immediately turned round to see the calf going arse over tit! It then ran away in embarrassment and we weren't bothered by it again.

How we laughed. I've had no fear of them since. I lost all respect for them that day. ;)

in all seriousness, though, even longer ago, I was with a friend at West Kennett Long Barrow. On the path up there, there used to be the odd few cows or bulls. This day, a solitary bull was minding it's own business when a child started waving a bundle of grass at it through the gate. The child was quite noisy and insistent, and the bull eventually charged, clanging into the gate. The child was petrified!

We were the other side of the gate. In the field. With the angry bull. I don't mind admitting I fair shat myself. It turned toward us and started walking our way. As we backed away, the bull got faster. My friend stopped dead, stared at the bull and hissed loudly. The bull stopped in its' tracks and turned away. We hurried out but weren't bothered by it again!

So there you go. Face up to the damn thing and hiss.* ;)

G x

* Warning: This method may not work in 100% of situations!