The first order of business after unpacking is to check out the beach. I decide to amble down to the beach first to check it out. The holiday park map the girl gave me has directions to the beach. Out in front of my cabin I get my bearings, orient the map with the giant screen cinema to my right, and proceed. Where the holiday park ends, just past the barbecue facilities, I reach a paddock full of cows.
Confusion sets in.
There s a grated bridge over a ditch to the paddock and what could qualify as a path beyond. I like cows at a distance or on a dinner plate, but up close they spook me. Well, they re big, and if properly agitated, who knows what they re capable of. I cautiously go forth, my flee instinct on high alert. They regard me through narrowed eyes and look more intelligent then I ve ever given members of the bovine family credit for.