Walkworth brings back memories of my late Father as a child in the 1950s we stayed in a caravan their . He took my little brother and me for a walk while crossing a field a large animal with horns was lying down in front of the gate . My old man gave it a shove with his foot , when it stood up he spotted it was a bull . He grabbed my little brother and threw him over the barbed wire fence then me and was over the gate in a split second .
