Tuesday, 9 August 2011
There has been a mystery to solve here recently, starting with the pigs running free a week or so ago. The Sunday before last our guests just happened to mention over breakfast that it was fun seeing the horses trotting by. As the horses should have been secure behind a stock fence and gate this was a pickle and so before I could eat my full cooked English with extra toast and Oxford Marmalade four naughty ponies had to be rounded up, much to our guests amusement. The gate was wide open. Not one that could be opened by an equine we wondered which human had failed to shut it properly, worse still, if we were victim to the Phantom Menace who used to plague these here parts, the Phantom Gate Opener of Old Radnor, or Pgoor for short.
We put the word out through The Oracle that the Pgoor had potentially struck, but we were all a bit vexed as to who it could be as the original Pgoor has been rendered incapable of gate opening through a combination of geography and a continued love of scrumpy.
Last Saturday we were Pgoored again this was after the ponies were observed behind the five bar gate waiting patiently for their breakfast to be delivered through the scrum of Ryelands.