NeilM
Well-Known Member
I've just got in from a longish hack that ended up being longer (in time) than intended.
We were on the last leg of our three hour route, heading up a bridleway to the top of the woods, when I spotted someone ahead, just the other side of one of the two gates on this path. She heard us when we were still a little way off, and her body language told me something was going on; I thought maybe they were moving cows or sheep.
We rode gently towards her and then spotted some horses coming down the bridleway, by this time we could have a conversation and the lady told us that 'eem just moving sommer thay osses douwn to this field, an ees left I to gettem in'. This at a volume that would have done Led Zepplin (insert fave VERY loud rock band here) proud.
At this point my OH pointed to a Kia 4X4 in the field and asked me quietly if I recognised it? My heart sank, as we have nearly been run down and forced off bridleways on a number of occasions by a complete forking idiot towing a horse trailer
After ten minutes of watching the first three or four 'osses' happily munching the grass at the side of the bridleway and making no effort what so ever to enter the field, I dismounted and gently walked past the first four who were pretty easy to get into the field.
With this, the very nice lady with not too much going on upstairs walked off to find 'im' who we could see about 150 yards up the track, making not the slightest effort to move his 'osses' off of the bridleway and into his field.
To cut a long story short (oh yes, this IS the short version), my OH and I led our two through the middle of this small herd of five or six mares with four or five foals. It was all a little hairy and aggressive for a few minutes. The owner was less use than a chocolate tea pot, and we were very glad that we had not taken his advice to 'mount up and ride through em'. By the time we got clear, we had wasted about half an hour trying to to travel 150 yards.
As far as I am aware, the 'osses' may still be on the path, as this bloke clearly has not the slightest idea what he is doing and certainly has no influence over his herd. Still, they all looked pretty well fed, and although I would never have told 'im' as his missus had told us 'ees sellin free o thay foals', there were at least two of them that I would happily buy.
If this guy is looking to make a living from breeding and dealing, given the state of the current market 'ees' got a nasty shock coming
We were on the last leg of our three hour route, heading up a bridleway to the top of the woods, when I spotted someone ahead, just the other side of one of the two gates on this path. She heard us when we were still a little way off, and her body language told me something was going on; I thought maybe they were moving cows or sheep.
We rode gently towards her and then spotted some horses coming down the bridleway, by this time we could have a conversation and the lady told us that 'eem just moving sommer thay osses douwn to this field, an ees left I to gettem in'. This at a volume that would have done Led Zepplin (insert fave VERY loud rock band here) proud.
At this point my OH pointed to a Kia 4X4 in the field and asked me quietly if I recognised it? My heart sank, as we have nearly been run down and forced off bridleways on a number of occasions by a complete forking idiot towing a horse trailer
After ten minutes of watching the first three or four 'osses' happily munching the grass at the side of the bridleway and making no effort what so ever to enter the field, I dismounted and gently walked past the first four who were pretty easy to get into the field.
With this, the very nice lady with not too much going on upstairs walked off to find 'im' who we could see about 150 yards up the track, making not the slightest effort to move his 'osses' off of the bridleway and into his field.
To cut a long story short (oh yes, this IS the short version), my OH and I led our two through the middle of this small herd of five or six mares with four or five foals. It was all a little hairy and aggressive for a few minutes. The owner was less use than a chocolate tea pot, and we were very glad that we had not taken his advice to 'mount up and ride through em'. By the time we got clear, we had wasted about half an hour trying to to travel 150 yards.
As far as I am aware, the 'osses' may still be on the path, as this bloke clearly has not the slightest idea what he is doing and certainly has no influence over his herd. Still, they all looked pretty well fed, and although I would never have told 'im' as his missus had told us 'ees sellin free o thay foals', there were at least two of them that I would happily buy.
If this guy is looking to make a living from breeding and dealing, given the state of the current market 'ees' got a nasty shock coming
)) eee better had sort the osses out I think! No b*&^ excuse for the driving behaviour.....
