You're not wrong, Stu. Country dweller speaking...

I was once charged by a bull at Malham Tarn. I really shouldn't have been in the field but I was botanising. I got away by climbing over a drystone wall that there is no way any man not in mortal fear of his life with bloodstream flooded with adrenaline could possibly have climbed over. I sort of fell off the top on the other side into a patch of thistles. That was the closest to death I've ever been. I did once get confronted by an extremely aggressive ram on top of Great Close Scar above Malham Tarn. I was supposed to be studying a patch of limestone pavement but I had to retreat rapidly. Odd thing was that half an hour later I tried again and the beast completely ignored me, deciding that eating grass was, after all, a far preferable pursuit to butting my gonads off.