Sometimes when you are reciting the psalms in worship like Benedictines do, you come across something odd like the Bulls of Bashan. Now I’ve no idea who or what they were but I’m pretty sure that webmaster Bob will google it quite quickly and put a footnote to inform us all.
But actually I think I may have met one today. When I say met one I actually made quite a lot of effort to avoid him. It was on the way back from Byland Abbey that the first sign on the footpath warned me of his presence. At that point he was about three fields away with his harem. The nearest I got to him was him bellowing and roaring, just like in the psalms, on the other side of the fence. I took a different path, up a hill. Turned out to be the same field, who could have guessed. Who comes around the cornerstone old grumpy and his gang. By now I was at the top of the hill and pretty soon over the handy stile.
So whoever the Bulls of Bashan are or were, my advice is, like the psalmist, to give the plenty of room.

As the Bulls of Bashan roar,
So the hare runs up hill.
Follow her!

A short time after writing this I had a fall off another stile and had to attend the Malton urgent care unit for some stitches in my left hand. Patched up now and back in Huddersfield with Bob.

In our coming and our going
The Peace of God