I took this seconds before we spotted the enraged bull of the previous post.
In our defence we didn't see the sign until we had LEFT the field...
I told my young friend to run, to save himself and being (oh so very, very) fit he was out of there like a bat out of Hell. I don't know whether it was me swearing in 3 languages that did it or if it was my young friend mooning the Bovine one from the other side of the fence, but luckily Bully lost interest and went back to whatever it is bulls do when they're not goring someone or shagging. It wouldn't be a good day for me to die, I've been a right bastard for the last 3 weeks and I would prefer to be remembered as being better than that. But Oh! You should see the photos of my young friends bare arse.....
We had such a great weekend, apart from the incident with the bull. Although even that had a particularly hot adrenalin fueled sequel. We found such a variety of plant life and seeds to photograph. The dried up poppy heads are my favourite.
I think this is dried up cow parsley