In our wanderings with Rupert (our tandem) we have, like many ramblers and rough-stuffians had a number of incidents concerning bulls. Our first encounter with the bovine species happened when we were returning from a cycle tour of Donegal. We camped near Bush mills... at the bottom of the field were some cattle which the farmer had assured us were ‘quoiet baists’. I leaned Rupert on an old stone gate post behind us before we retired for the night. In the early hours Nellie woke me to say she had heard our bike bell ring