Mad cows

Early September. A field in Norfolk. A morning walk with partner, friend and small dog. The people are taking in the views while the tied-up terrier, used to the pavements and parks of London, gets lost in the irresistible smells of the eastern English countryside. In the distance a large group of cows is hanging out. As we get closer we spot one lingering on the edges of the crowd. She seems to be eyeing us, sizing us up. Not moving, but probably ready to if needed. We…