Where the wild things are
‘The battle-scarred bulls share the bloody history of the castle, scene of many a border skirmish’
IN the northernmost reaches of Northumberland, a strange, low bellowing is reverberating around the walls of medieval Chillingham Castle. This primeval sound is emanating from a large herd of majestic cattle, which has been wandering wild since the 1300s.
Porcelain white with crimson-tinged ears, the wild cattle of Chillingham are completely different to the
