We had decided to take our pony round to my parents house as he had begun to attack the new born lambs in our fields and the grass is not as abundant as we needed it to be. So I reigned our pony, Huw, and began to walk him round.
A little way between our place and my mum's, he decided to wrestle with me, set himself free and run off, at a strong gallop.
I was horrified. He took the skin off my arm when he escaped my grasp and his speed was....well immense. I had no idea what to do.
A lady and her teenage daughter stopped and as the daughter walked up to me, Huw came galloping past the other direction. At the same time, the local policewoman ( who is a man hating, never been kissed, the world sucks and I am going to make you suffer-Brunhilde type ) came by in her car and I thought " oh shit, this is it, I am going to cause a car crash and get done by the mealy mouthed copper". This didn't happen and I thought oh well, better walk back the way Huw had run ( which was luckily back towards our home ).
There were three people in the street pointing the direction he had gone, and another man came to his balcony and told me too, a car in our street stopped to let me know he had gone back towards home and as I reached our driveway a nice neighbour who was on her way to visit her own horse, had shooed him back into our place, with some serendipitous carrots.
I burst into tears with relief.
I then rung another neighbour and begged the use of their horse float.
Dammnit, this was not a fun day...but I did learn to drive a horse float.
The way it turned out was much more happier than it might have done, I have NO IDEA what I would have done if Huw had just taken off in another direction.
