It was the ultimate battle. Man versus nature. We were
protected in a metal shell, though I have no idea whether it was effective as
our opponents were Scottish. And cows. But the fact that the car that we were
in was red probably didn’t help things. To be fair to them, it was more of a
track than a road that we were attempting to travel down. Perhaps they thought
that we were their keepers and had come to milk or feed them. Or maybe they
were out enjoying the rare Scottish weather. We didn’t want to use our horn in
case it agitated them into a stampede. All we could do is slowly edge forward. Eventually,
one of them did decide to show its rear end to us as it walked way, and the
others cottoned on. It might be making a stubborn rude gesture, but luckily
nothing came out of that end.
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