From Fort William we continued north to the Isle of Skye. We had a wonderful day driving the picturesque island when with great excitement we stumbled across a herd of highland cows meandering unchaperoned down the road.
As overly excited tourists, we promptly pulled over and jumped out of the car, firing off a thousand shots a minute trying to capture a postcard-perfect picture of these incredible animals. They casually trundled on past us down the road, so we jumped back in the car, did a u-turn and drove back in front them to keep shooting.
Again, we got out of the car to try and get the best possible vantage point. As they stampeded (casually strolled) towards us, Daniel made the smart (scared) decision to get back in the drivers seat while Monique, with her head entrenched in the camera, did not see that she had been surrounded on all sides by the oncoming, enormous, dreadlocked, horned wild beasts (friendly farm animals). Call us ignorant tourists, but we just weren’t sure if their horns could gore us to death if provoked.
So there Daniel sat in the comfort and safety of the car with his dear, unfortunate wife standing outside trembling in fear and terror, unable to get back in the car as there were rather menacing looking cows standing in the way, staring suspiciously at her.
Luckily, Monique wasn’t trampled to death, the cows got bored of us and waddled on to the next patch of grass.
It turns out that highlands cows don’t require the same level of fear and respect as African elephants!
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