Sugarplum Furry
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Last night I had to get my goofy 4 year old in from the field. She's 16.3 and somewhat giddy and athletic at the best of times, it didn't help that the weather was awful, pouring with rain with a howling gale, and the tracks from the field to the yard are knee deep in mud.
However, needs must. I put my brave pants on, had a fag and gave myself a stern talking to 'get a grip woman, what's the worst that can happen etc'.
Caught her and we set off at a spanking pace through the gloop. (I really must give up smoking).
As we swung round the corner on to the next track disaster struck. A huge bramble branch that was waving wildly in the wind caught in my hair. Argh! Ouch! The pain! I skidded to a halt and within seconds more of my hair was wrapped in the thorns.
Mare tried to keep walking. Nooo, woah, now I was being scalped as she tried to pull me round the corner. Frustrated at being asked to stand she started leaping around in the swampy goo, sometimes on two legs and once or twice on one. Now I was not only firmly bonded to a hedge but I was also completely covered in mud. Terrific.
I roared at her to stand, and in the millisecond that she stopped I reached up and managed to snap the branch off. The glove I was wearing caught on the thorns so I slipped my hand out but it stayed stuck on the branch. Off we went again, madam towing me up the track and me with about three feet of bramble and a glove hanging out of my head.
Finally made it to the yard, I was hoping everyone might think I was modelling the latest creation in hats, Ladies Day at Ascot perhaps? sadly they didn't and they all fell around laughing. No sympathy there then. And it took me nearly half and hour to disentangle the ruddy branch.
I'm going down the track today with secatuers and I'm having that hedge! With my hat on just in case.
However, needs must. I put my brave pants on, had a fag and gave myself a stern talking to 'get a grip woman, what's the worst that can happen etc'.
Caught her and we set off at a spanking pace through the gloop. (I really must give up smoking).
As we swung round the corner on to the next track disaster struck. A huge bramble branch that was waving wildly in the wind caught in my hair. Argh! Ouch! The pain! I skidded to a halt and within seconds more of my hair was wrapped in the thorns.
Mare tried to keep walking. Nooo, woah, now I was being scalped as she tried to pull me round the corner. Frustrated at being asked to stand she started leaping around in the swampy goo, sometimes on two legs and once or twice on one. Now I was not only firmly bonded to a hedge but I was also completely covered in mud. Terrific.
I roared at her to stand, and in the millisecond that she stopped I reached up and managed to snap the branch off. The glove I was wearing caught on the thorns so I slipped my hand out but it stayed stuck on the branch. Off we went again, madam towing me up the track and me with about three feet of bramble and a glove hanging out of my head.
Finally made it to the yard, I was hoping everyone might think I was modelling the latest creation in hats, Ladies Day at Ascot perhaps? sadly they didn't and they all fell around laughing. No sympathy there then. And it took me nearly half and hour to disentangle the ruddy branch.
I'm going down the track today with secatuers and I'm having that hedge! With my hat on just in case.
