Anne and I went-a-driving around Wakefield today.
Just our usual appreciation of the rolling hills, super green grass, and non-sexual love of sheep. And as we rolled into the village of West Breton we saw this.
Bison is not an animal you generally expect to see in England.
Obviously I pushed Anne out of the car so she could get a closer look. She even managed to coax the beast to look her square in the eye.