3 Aug 2011

No Beef with Bull

“SLOW it down, don’t speak and don’t look it in the eye” whispers ghillie Mitchell Partridge. As we gingerly approach the beast, its breeze block of a skull lifts from the grass buffet. Beside it are big bellied charges. As we encroach, they emit booming complaints, amplified in this amphitheatre of hills. “That was interesting,” I remark when considerably clear of the hardy grazers. “Now you know why I ask guests to avoid bright clothes,” he responds, unshaken.
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