I passed the school and soon came to my track. It was obstructed by a gate, which was chained and locked. Nae bother - I quickly scrambled over the gate and proceeded up the track, which ran through rich, lush pasture. To my right there was about three metres of grass and then a multi-strand barbed wire fence. Ahead of me, cattle were grazing peacefully.
As I approached, it became apparent that the cattle who were grazing peacefully were not just cows. There were calves with them. And a bull.
My grandfather was a dairy farmer and I know a bit about cattle. I know that a bull in among a herd of cows is not likely to be dangerous, unless he feels threatened. The problem was, there was a calf ahead of me, sound asleep on the three metres of grass between the track and the barbed wire fence. And that was a problem. Because if I were to pass between him and the herd, then the bull might see that as threatening. But there was no way I could pass between the calf and the wire fence. And equally, there was no way I could get across that fence without risking serious lacerations.
As I said, my grandfather was a dairy farmer and I know a bit about cattle. So I turned around and retraced my path to the road. There is a track up the Allt Camghouran, and I reckoned that my best bet was to follow the road as far as this track, and to get into Rannoch Forest that way.
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