disobedient mounts trying to coax them up the loading ramp. Our boys had run out of green stuff a while back, the offer of unlimited grass a few miles away at a fraction of the cost of hay and without risking life and limb carrying it up the slope of Willow Rise, which when dry is a difficult enough task, but when wet resembles the north face of K2 for its treacherous footholds, was an offer I was not going to refuse. Even if it did mean loading two horses into a horsebox, an experience neither of them have had more than once in their short lives.
So as the D day dawned I was fully prepared for combat, no horse was going to leave its mark on me. Whilst Tracey was dressed in her usual attire and looked attractive as ever leading her horse along the lane in the weak autumn sunshine I waddled along behind like the Michelin man with padded layers designed to deflect many an angry hoof.
NATO body armour and extricated myself from one of the padded jackets. I left these neatly folded amongst the bracken as a shrine to the unknown horse botherer and fell in behind Tracey and William who were waiting patiently further along. Tension was high as H Hour arrived, the trailer was reversed into position and the loading ramp of the horse box crashed to the floor. Time stood still.
orifice whilst his proud mum was saying, don't worry pet, he'll calm down soon as you get on him. We waited half an hour to see if they would explore their new surroundings, they did but only as far as their mouths could reach. We left them to it before the arrival of the air ambulance set off an equine chain reaction. Our boys, they didn't notice us leave. They are so laid back they fall over those two.