grumpyf1

Hot last weekend, wasn’t it? Perfect weather for a walk. What could be nicer than sunshine, stunning views and an angry ruminant? *Safety warning: This newspaper column contains a percentage of cattle-related puns that the government have deemed to be above the recommended daily allowance. You should read it only as part of a balanced journalistic diet, and not laugh at the weak plays-on-words, as it only encourages the writer. He’s milking it, really.* Heartened by the weather last Sunday (and the fact that sitting on the sofa all day doesn’t actually count as exercise, even if you do get up to go to the fridge for more chocolate), we decided to go for walk. Wandering happily through the Arnside AONB, we took in the glorious views across Morecambe Bay, spotted some orchids, and strolled happily past the entertainingly small Highland cattle that roam the side of Arnside Knott, with their pointy horns and inappropriately thick, hairy coats. Placid little chaps, but I suppose yo...