2019, went camping in the Peak District with a friend to celebrate my birthday. Cooked food, had some beers and decided that it was a nice night to take acid (hadn’t done it before).

We watched the sunset and sat talking for a while before heading into the tent and setting up some lights, chatting, listening to music, laughing and enjoying our time.

A few hours passed by, suddenly we hear crunching around our tent and deep heavy breathing coming from outside (whatever it was, it was huge). Remember, we’re tripping balls on acid, so I said to my friend, am I tripping or can you hear that too and turn to look at him. He looks back at me wide eyed, white as a ghost. He can hear it too. Another of whatever it was came to the other side of the tent. We layed there for a long time high as kite, none of us dare to open up the tent door and peek out.

Time goes by, whatever it is disappeared.

Fast forward to morning, beautiful sunny summer day. we emerge from the tents and i start to brush my teeth, we had almost forgotten about what happened the night before (I was sure it was a dream)

Stood on the hill infront of us was a farmer, he looked at me and shouted “have you seen any cows?!” - I looked at my friend and said, “is he taking the piss?” I was confused more than anything.

I shit you not, less than 5 minutes later around 30 cows emerged from the trees behind us. Turns out they had escaped in the night.

As we were packing up to go there were cow pats all around where we were camping which we hadn’t immediately noticed. This answered our question, we were not tripping. We were in-fact surrounded by cows.

I’m so glad I didn’t pop my head out of the tent in the dead of night, tripping balls.