Cow Mosh

Cow Mosh

I really should have taken a video rather than photos, as these don’t really illustrate the hemmed-in, claustrophobia that I felt being in the middle of quite a large herd of cows.
They really didn’t care about my car, it was up to me to avoid them.
I forgot it was “shifting day” for cows around about now, when people who own a cow herd but not the land move to their new pastures hired – they all do it the same time of the year, which does make sense. It’s called Gypsy Day!