Friday, 5 February 2016
Remember Ben, the old horse at the top of the lane who spits and turns his back on you if you give him a cooking apple? Well, I was talking to his human today and she told me that when he was a young horse he lived in a field which had a public footpath running across it. If any walkers had the temerity to enter his hallowed ground, he would go over to them, snatch the hats off their heads, and run away with them. She got complaints.