Very soon I was in Clint's cockpit and heading out of the city. The plan was to have a short walk in that glorious December light and perhaps bag a few photographs too.
Soon I was at the rock climbers' car park at Hook's Car under Stanage Edge. But this time I was heading for a less-visited rocky feature called Carrhead Rocks - across dead bracken and dormant heather. Lord knows why I had not been there before.
The light was lovely and I took twenty four pictures of the cattle - five of which I am pleased to share with you in this blogpost. Magnificent creatures that are almost always peaceable but I guess we all have our angry moments, don't we?
"Yes we do!" yelled Clint who was reading my thoughts as I untied my bootlaces. "Now let's go home Roald Amundsen!"
They are rather beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI think they prefer the term "handsome" but "beautiful" is also good.
DeleteThis old farm boy has never heard of belted galloways. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteDid your father raise some cattle Red? What breed?
DeleteThey are very beautiful. I especially love their curly hair. Looks like you had a lovely walk.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't as long as usual but it was still nice to get out. Ninety minutes later a dark night had arrived.
DeleteI thought you may have released some more livestock.
ReplyDeleteThey are very unusual and attractive cattle.
Oh - you're remembering the pigs!
DeleteI've seen cattle all my life and I've never seen any like those! They have very unique markings and are really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAs they have black heads it can be hard to photograph them successfully but yesterday's light helped me to gather faithful images of them.
DeleteMagnificent weather for a walk in December, I rather envy you that - we have not seen much sun over the past days.
ReplyDeleteThere were just the three of them? I wonder who they belong to, and whether they spend all year up there.
Their territory is quite large. They belong to herd of around thirty that are always up there on the moors.
DeleteThey look like giant humbugs!
ReplyDeleteYou have a vivid imagination Christina.
DeleteWhat beautiful animals. They look very contented and happy to share their home with you - they didn't seem to mind you taking their photograph. Looking at their thick coats it seems they might stay outdoors, no matter what the weather.
ReplyDeleteI have seen them huddling together in thick snow.
DeleteThey wear their belts so beautifully. I have seen them down in Cornwall on the moors, must be very hardy.
ReplyDeleteLazy farmers must love them as they more or less look after themselves.
DeleteThey are indeed very beautiful animals. It seems a shame to eat them.
ReplyDeleteOr relationship with farm animals is rather strange isn't it JayCee?
DeleteWe call them "Jumper Cows" because they look like they are wearing jumpers. They are a very hard Scottish breed and they need no housing. I inherited some pot ones of my dads. Will post a blog about them.
ReplyDelete..hardy Scottish breed, even. Saying that I wouldn't argue with them.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if they talk with Glaswegian accents: "Och! What are ye feckin' lookin' at jimmy? Ootside!"
DeleteI wonder if they participate in a glass or two of Iron Bru " made from girders."
ReplyDeleteOnly when they are eating bridies in their local caff.
DeleteYou are a great bovine photographer.
ReplyDeleteSome people go for weddings and babies but I prefer cattle.
DeleteThose are the most magnificent beasts! I love them and I'm not sure that I've ever either heard of them or seen pictures. Thanks, Mr. P. I do love dramatic photos of gorgeous cattle. And I'm not kidding.
ReplyDeleteAs I say, they are such peaceful beasts with a calm, unruffled aura about them. What is more they are totally vegan.
DeleteAh, the belted ones...so magnificent. You did them proud with your photos.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary. So kind.
DeleteExcellent shots! I love the one peeping above the bracken.
ReplyDeleteWith their heads being black they can be hard to capture with a camera but the light was perfect.
DeleteThey look like a cross between sheep and black angus. They are really wonderful! We have a couple farmers who raise the Highland cattle, but I've never seen one of these fine fellows. If I ever do, I will try to lure him to follow me home. I will hug him and pet him and I will call him 'Sir Loin'.
ReplyDeleteYou could put a saddle on him and ride off into the sunset Debby! Giddyup!
DeleteWe have a few 'Belties' up here too. They, Highland Cattle and the small Welsh Blacks seem to thrive up here.
ReplyDeleteCattle need to be hardy on Lewis - just like the people.
DeleteI saw a small herd of these Belted Galloways years ago somewhere in our travels. Can't remember where or when but I thought they were wonderful looking creatures even back then. Beautiful pictures, my friend. I love that area of Stanage Edge that you have shown us a time or two. Do you have a map that shows you all the trails in a certain place or do you just "wing" it most of the time? Stay Safe!
ReplyDeleteMost of the time I follow designated public footpaths but just occasionally I go "off piste". Thanks for calling by again Donna and if I don't communicate with you again in the next three weeks may I wish you and your cuddly "Big Bear" a very happy Christmas.
DeleteOh, and I wish you and yours a safe, wonderful holiday, even tho it might be a little quiet. I always drop by every day, my brother, but don't respond as much as I would in the past. Don't know why. Just lazy, I suppose. You and your lovely bride have a lovely Christmas Day!
DeleteIt's nice to know you are there Donna. No one should feel any compunction to comment after visiting a new post.
DeleteTheir coats look nice and warm, very fashionable colours too. I got rather cold this afternoon out walking, I think I need some thermal underwear.
ReplyDelete...or a Belted Galloway cape. There's still time for Paul to order one for you before Christmas.
DeleteI thought you were writing about the cough mixture. I was brought up on Galloways every time I was poorly with a cough.
ReplyDeleteYou are seventy now ADDY. You are remembering a concoction that was sold to the public a long, long, long time before I was born.
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