this is a bull

saw from home that the galloways were at the very top of their slope, in the sun. whole hill is still in the sun. to big sunny hill. ouch. new way of slouching in front of computer hasn’t worked. it’s only pain. still working on mill. even more tea swirling under bridge. fields by river must have flooded, considerable puddles. second field smooth and dry. cows. motley crew skipping in from next field. one belted galloway, half a dozen herefords or something. slow to a walk. slip through gap by fence or big cowardly swerve? nearest has noticed me and has a nice shiny nose ring. looks pretty relaxed in the sun. tractor is coming up from far side of field, led by sheepdog. couple of cows kick up heels and skip around some more. stand admiring view for a moment. can’t circle them all now, too spread out. going back would be pathetic and seen. wild looking border collie arrives, tractor nears. walk around bull and between cows, back to fence. walk short distance to final stile. climb stile. breathe. steep lane bull free. right at top to downs' way. mess. deep mud and dung. galls still up on slope. to the right, hazy hovis beauty. over shoulder, light bulb sun, pearl but bright, table lamp height, no heat. hairpin turn, on up to top. snake through trees to top of tuesday’s big climb. calm and light. down. I (heart) ELA scraped near bottom of slope. reminds me of writing a christmas card for a girl i fancied and spelling her name wrong. put it through wrong front door. down into ravine. up steps or zigzagging path? steps. perfect for running up, forgot. count 102. flint tower with tree looks like... sideshow bob. straight back to front of hill; concerned about having enough light to go home through woods, fields having lost appeal. just enough bluish twilight through woods. first run after a rest, always a trial.