Horseplay
The horse suddenly veered to the left, snorting and threw his head up, nearly hitting my nose. I wrestled with the reins and reluctantly he resumed our course. ‘Bloody horses. Thousands of years as man’s companion and still scared of pigs.’ Vicky laughed from the saddle of the much larger horse alongside me. ‘You really don’t like horses do you?’ ‘I hate the bloody things. And, what is more, there are about four miles of pig fields before we get back to the farm. And, I have to wear this...
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