Father Ted moments in the west
As I paint Mullach Mór a local farmer stops and declares, “I’ve lost my bull, he’s escaped!” He explains it has run off into the rocky landscape that is also popular with hikers. I ponder the poor soul who comes between the beast and the green field up the mountain. After a few minutes he declares he has a hurling match to watch, and in any case the bull will come home when he’s ready.