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Monday, 04 May 2009 18:36 |
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The housework is finished and the relations are here but just thought I would tell you about an incident I encountered last week. Incident makes it sound rather important. It's not at all ...Hat, boots, gloves and whip at the ready, I went riding last Wednesday with my friend Mary over at Llanfrynach. Mary rode her lovely big horse Spinnaker and I rode the equally lovely Osca. We had a nice hack around some pretty little country lanes, negotiated a couple of tricky gates, rode up a stony track near the church at Cartref, and then back down some more little country lanes to Mary's place.About a mile before we got back to the yard, my mobile phone rang and as I was trying to retrieve it from my pocket I dropped my whip. Annoying. Especially annoying because once I get off a horse I just can't get on again. I'm putting it down to age! Well, actually, it's not just age - when I was younger I could only just about get on a 12.2 h.h. pony! I did think, briefly that I would get off and walk the mile back, but I'm suffering from a bad foot - going to see the Podiatrist soon - so I decided to leave the whip on the side of the road and go back and get it later, on the way home. To quote Bridget Jones, I made a 'note to self' of the exact location of where the whip lay. 'On side of road - about 50 yards from the road-sign, half on road - half on verge'.Mary and I unsaddled the horses, turned them out in the paddock and then had a coffee before I left to come home. I remembered to take the short detour to where I had dropped the whip. I couldn't find it at all. I searched high and low. It was nowhere to be seen. Someone had swiped it! I liked that whip! Clare
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