This story is for us oldies (much older than 40). You'll understand.
There we were, me and Joe, mosying along a narrow path through the woods on the way back from the pub and a glass of wine. Suddenly a call of nature came upon me which simply had to be attended to. A convenient spot had to be carefully chosen because I must get back on afterwards. But I espied a very convenient tree stump just off to the left in the bracken.
So I gave The Boy a nudge and called out "whoa" and we stopped. It didn't take long - it never does these days. Back up I got, with difficulty I might say, and home we went.
A week or so later, we were making our way along that very same path. No hurry, another nice day.
Suddenly Joe, unbidden, turns off the path and stops. You've guessed it - just by that same tree stump.
He did his bit for the summer drought. I had to laugh. Horses have memories like elephants.
So of course it was appropriate for me to get off to
relieve the weight off his back and keep him company. Good job we were the same sex.
What would a man do without his trusty steed?
Barry G |