
Chilled in the rural wilds of Donegal, Ireland for a few days.
Took some photos.
Came back.
Discovered that my ADSL has been upgraded from 512k to 2Mb in my absence, for free. Cool.

Chilled in the rural wilds of Donegal, Ireland for a few days.
Took some photos.
Came back.
Discovered that my ADSL has been upgraded from 512k to 2Mb in my absence, for free. Cool.

Went for a walk in the country. Almost got gored by a bull. Met some rather foreboding looking cows. Just another Thursday evening really…
I took a while to realise I’d walked into the bull paddock, when I noticed that the “cows” ahead of me were a little bigger than the other ones I’d passed. They had horns, too. The biggest one was looking at me with a glint in its eye. As I slowed my pace towards it, it began to walk towards me, with more than a hint of menace. I remembered that cows don’t have horns, bulls have horns. These were definitely bulls. As my new acquaintance quickened his pace towards me and lowered his head, I turned and ran very quickly back over the cattle grid and out into the safety of the main field, simultaneously swearing and laughing at myself.
So when I later met the entire herd of cows pictured above, who were also glaring at me and refusing to move from my path, I was more than a little uneasy. We know that cows are docile creatures, but I wasn’t entirely sure that anybody had explained this to them. Fortunately they soon dispersed as I got closer, but it still made for a foreboding blockade…