Vivo en Bizkaia (y otros sitios tambien)

Well, sort of.

After a week of doing the drone commuter thing to pay for my next camera (tee hee!) I stumbled across a rowing regatta today here in Sudbury, aka Hidden Dip. 

The sun was shining and England was in its full glory as the eights and fours thundered up and down the River Stour, my usual duck feeding having to be put on hold.

Well, until i found something else to feed - see below.

The ducks themselves were completely obvlivious to the rowing frenzy and just did their normal duck thing.

Anyway I got chatting to Geoff who was piloting the safety boat and after a while he asked me if I would like to follow the next race up the river in his boat?

Do ducks like bread?

So I hopped in and lay down in the front of the rib as we sped up the river and I took some shots (see above) of the last eights race. Great fun and made a change to see the meadow from the river.

After lunch I wandered  down towards the start past the bend in the river and found some Highland Cattle - as you do. These are fab creatures as you can see (below) you just have to be a little careful of their horns as if you are near one and they turn their heads (maybe to check out the regatta) you could easily get spiked.

Horned?

Anyway it would probably ruin your whole day.

Some moron of a journalist did this exact thing last year - serves the idiot right. Unfortunately he survived. Some of the local 'we have moved to the country but we want it to be just as safe as Islington' brigade suggested that the cattle should be enclosed so it would all be nice and safe for visiting idiots.

Duh. You want to be safe from cattle with big horns? Go back to London. The animals there carry guns. 

Anyway as the cattle were in the wrong place for photos (the shade) I easily enticed one to the fence with some nice long grass.

Highland Cattle are much easier to feed than ducks although you do want to be careful of your hands. So I just left the bunches of grass on the fence for him to eat.  

While photographing this i got chatting to some other people who were admiring the local Highland Cattle and we were discussing the whole horned journalist thing.

As they seemed to be a little concerned that I was taking the shot (right) from about a foot away I explained that this was quite straightforward, the last time I was photographing anything of this size it was running straight to me and wasn't interested in grass.

Which reminds me!

Guess what I am going to be doing in a few weeks?

Algorta here I come!