Schools out

 There are two schools of thought when it comes to all things equine. The one being that the country owes a debt of gratitude to the loadcarrying faithful intuitive loyal do anything for their owners beasts as they helped us build the nation we are today. The other is that they are a useful food source once their load carrying useful life has passed who's hapless owners might as well stand in a field and stuff money in their ungrateful mouths.
 I am tending to veer towards the latter rather than the former as once again I spent several hours of my life in horrendous weather conditions (horizontal sleet, high winds) searching for the little shitland Trevor who is over the hills and far away playing Johnny Big Potatoes with the militia's grey mares.
This time the prisoner escort was detailed as Rocky, Spotty, Bernese Mountain Dogs and Apollo the wonder foal who I knew that Trevor would not resist rushing over too once he saw and give it large to show who was King of the hill.
True to form Apollo slowed the search up as he tried to eat everything en route, and equally true to form the little shitland and his harem were at the point furthest away from HQ where barbed wire, electric fences and machine guns stopped their progress. As planned Trevor saw Apollo and galloped out of the murky weather making himself look all big and mighty (imagine an ant on steroids) in an attempt to intimidate Apollo. Apollo took no notice at all and consumed greenery. Yours truly spoke softly, ignored the little shitland and waited for him to get in arms reach.
Short version.
 It never happened.
 Nostrils flaring the pocket rocket disappeared into the mists and rejoined the herd, who in turn galloped over the crest of the hill. The usual pattern commenced, I dutifully followed to a point where could see the equine cretins all gallop back, past and over the other crest. Time passed they galloped back and over.
And again.

By now the two Berners were practically begging to get indoors and Apollo was fit to burst so we headed for sanctuary. We will be back, but hopefully in better weather and with a tranquiliser gun.