I moved to Guildford, England for a year to get my Masters degree in Tourism Development. My first week in Guildford was spent trying to get the lay of the land, find my classes, Tesco, Boots, etc. One morning I decided go for a run to explore some of the 'public footpaths' in town to see what else this city had to offer me. I ran through neighborhoods, along the River Wey, past a flock of ducks, and over an Austen-esque bridge. That's when I encountered them. Magical beasts roaming the fields of rural Guildford, chewing on grass and other shrubbery... big brown hairy cows. For a Californian girl who is used to seeing short haired black and white dairy cows off of I-5, 2 big brown shaggy cows left me awestruck and filled with delight. This running path soon became a regular one for me. My hairy cow path became an oasis I could go to, to visit my laid back hairy friends when school work or inflated exchange rates got me down.
To this day, British public footpaths are my favorite attraction in the UK. Every town seems to have them and every time I have followed one I have delighted by its charm and ability to show off the true beauties of the English countryside.