AdorableAlice
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Above the gale that was blowing in deepest Worcestershire yesterday, and whilst I was cosy in the hay barn filling endless nets, I hear the beloved husband scream 'he's out', 'the gate is open' and 'come quick'. There were a few other words too !
All I see is the rear end of my 25 year old super champion disappearing out of the yard and onto the lane at a spanking trot, followed by my husband, sprinting in his wellies, after the horse. Usain Bolt wouldn't have caught my husband up, there were sparks coming off his wellies. A quick thinking friend stops the traffic from the left and I get a bucket of feed and decide to take the car hopefully to get in front of the horse. That awful impending panic and doom feeling in my stomach.
The friend holding the traffic then starts shouting to me that the horse is coming back, so I abandon the car idea and rush into the lane on foot, the horse is coming back, still in his best trot, and trots straight to me, halts and shoves his head into his headcollar. Husband is still sprinting back up the lane, puce in the face and still cursing. I had no idea he could run like that ! The horse, who seemed quite elated by his safari, was put back in his barn and the argument started as to whose fault it was.
Yep, mine. I had looped the string on the barn door, instead of using the solid fastener, whilst I skipped out and fetched hay. The horse was grazing, his barn leads into his paddock and he comes and goes at will. The strong wind had broken the string and blown the big door open. The yard gate was still open after a trailer load of haylage had been delivered, I had failed to close it as the tractor left just minutes ago. My husband told me he was really pleased it was all my fault because his life would not be worth living had it been his fault...............he's not far wrong there !
So we are all fine, horse is sound, husband a little unlevel and stiff. If I hear him say 'shut the gate' once more I will shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
All I see is the rear end of my 25 year old super champion disappearing out of the yard and onto the lane at a spanking trot, followed by my husband, sprinting in his wellies, after the horse. Usain Bolt wouldn't have caught my husband up, there were sparks coming off his wellies. A quick thinking friend stops the traffic from the left and I get a bucket of feed and decide to take the car hopefully to get in front of the horse. That awful impending panic and doom feeling in my stomach.
The friend holding the traffic then starts shouting to me that the horse is coming back, so I abandon the car idea and rush into the lane on foot, the horse is coming back, still in his best trot, and trots straight to me, halts and shoves his head into his headcollar. Husband is still sprinting back up the lane, puce in the face and still cursing. I had no idea he could run like that ! The horse, who seemed quite elated by his safari, was put back in his barn and the argument started as to whose fault it was.
Yep, mine. I had looped the string on the barn door, instead of using the solid fastener, whilst I skipped out and fetched hay. The horse was grazing, his barn leads into his paddock and he comes and goes at will. The strong wind had broken the string and blown the big door open. The yard gate was still open after a trailer load of haylage had been delivered, I had failed to close it as the tractor left just minutes ago. My husband told me he was really pleased it was all my fault because his life would not be worth living had it been his fault...............he's not far wrong there !
So we are all fine, horse is sound, husband a little unlevel and stiff. If I hear him say 'shut the gate' once more I will shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
