A recent cache we did called "snails bottom" gave a new meaning to the term. It was a fairly long & tricky walk in because we lost the path - encountered swamp, shoulder high grass & heather...but on the way out things got worse. We ended up following a footpath sign into a field with about a dozen young cows/bulls - didn't get a chance to check. The, lets say aggressive cows, came vigourously "cantoring" toward us from the other end of the field shoving each other like teenagers as they approached. With no chance of returning over the style (they'd cut us off) we more or less froze and waited to see what they would do. Fortunately they stopped just short of us and decided that we were tasty salt licks - I didn't know a cows tongue was that rough! They encircled the 3 of us including our rather unnerved 6 year old boy, and stood round nudging each other. Eventually we managed to back out of the circle and slowly move toward the closest boundary which fortunately was a barbed wire fence and not a thick hedge like the rest of the field - there was no way they would let us continue toward either style - especially as one had their water trough right next to it. Having put about 20m between us and the cows we thought we could turn and step up the pace. Afraid not - maybe the red shirt I was wearing had something to do with it - one came bounding toward us much like a rodeo bull stopping about 1m short with head & all too large horns tossing the air. Needless to say the next 20m to the boundary and safety were slow and with a firm stare at the animal. From here on we stuck to the farm road that lead out of there!
No more cows for us!