A load of bull

We have our friend Victoria visiting from NZ staying with us.

So I take her for a simple early morning walk on the Longshaw Estate (National Trust property), it's all lovely lovely as it always is. No one around for most of the walk, until we encounter a woman with two greyhounds. We stop, we exchange pleasantries, we sniff (mainly the dogs) we expect to continue our walk, but no. Woman has anxieties related to the bloody great bull hanging out a little further up the track. I bravely say it should be fine, having no actual knowledge of bull behavior, I may have been talking bull. She decides to walk with us  thinking it should be ok as we also have a greyhound???? Can't quite understand the logic myself, can bulls count? "Two greyhounds bad, three, oh that's ok, I'll just continue to eat grass." We all hide behind Victoria (dogs included) whilst we pass the bull without incident. He doesn't even give us a sideways glance, I guess because no-one was wearing a black cape or had a red blanket. Or was it the magic number of hounds. What would woman have done if we owned a whippet? Too small? A poodle? Too curley?

We saw a squirrel on the way back to the car. Victoria said she was satisfied with having seen some native wildlife. Actually I wasn't sure if she meant squirrel or hound owner.


Later we went to Chatsworth. Chatters was lovely, a walk round the house, a good look at vases made of Blue John, a local stone from Castleton. Victoria was a little confused. She thought Blue John was surely a cheese. What is this place - a blue cheese-eating community with intelligent dog-counting bulls?

Bullocks