Landcruiser
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Two ponies in trotting traps cantering past our house, towards a notorious, steep, narrow hill which winds up to the nearest village. It's the hottest, most humid day in years.
I was actually lying on my bed for a rest, it's pretty draining this heat. I heard clattering of hooves and loud music, and stuck my head out the velux in time to see the second of the ponies and traps cantering by, closely followed by a white van. Clearly young, bony and angular bay pony with a dead straight back, (2 yr old??) cantering fast after the first trap. Lad in a the trap, fag, loud music, whether from the van or trap I don't know. Watched them reappear in the distance as they headed up the hill, which I can see to the first bend. I actually feel haunted by the awfulness of what is happening to those ponies right now. If the poor buggers have made it to the top they'll be absolutely exhausted and overheated. Why, FGS???
ETA. It's 29 degrees here.
I was actually lying on my bed for a rest, it's pretty draining this heat. I heard clattering of hooves and loud music, and stuck my head out the velux in time to see the second of the ponies and traps cantering by, closely followed by a white van. Clearly young, bony and angular bay pony with a dead straight back, (2 yr old??) cantering fast after the first trap. Lad in a the trap, fag, loud music, whether from the van or trap I don't know. Watched them reappear in the distance as they headed up the hill, which I can see to the first bend. I actually feel haunted by the awfulness of what is happening to those ponies right now. If the poor buggers have made it to the top they'll be absolutely exhausted and overheated. Why, FGS???
ETA. It's 29 degrees here.