As I left the village behind me, I kept watch on a horse over the far side of the field. Was he going to gallop across the field to greet me? He didn’t but you can never be sure. Don’t get me wrong, I love horses and had several over the years whilst I was growing up but they can be unpredictable at times.
I had a beautiful 7/8ths Arab palomino horse once called Laughton. I must have been bringing him in for the night or adjusting his rugs when he was spooked by something. He reared up and landed straight down on my foot. For weeks I had a lovely hoof imprinted which turned various shades. I also managed to drop an office typing chair on it a few days later. How I didn’t break any bones I don’t know. I had to see the nurse at the college who was shocked at the colour of my foot but I explained it was on top of another injury.
I think these are a mixture of Jacob and Soya sheep but not sure what the third variety were watching me.
I was surprised to see the development of a new housing estate in the small village. Then further up the fields I came across the most enormous barn conversion. There used to be one of those old tin shed houses here.
With unbroken views across the fields who wouldn’t want to live here? Well I suppose there are plenty of people who wouldn’t but it’s a beautiful spot.
The wind was blowing a gale as I slipped and slid in places. I just managed to stay upright as a familiar truck came down the track. It was a local farmer who rents a couple of our fields, so we had a chat for a while. Then it was homeward bound across an enormous field full of turnips and sheep. They seem to love eating this crop.
With the wind in my hair, wellies caked in mud my face was full of smiles – another great walk.