Another Day, Another Mishap

 This time we thought we'd go back to The Long Mynd.  So, up early and out quick.  It was the weekend and we like to avoid tourists if we can.  Anti-social, I hear your cry. It's the parking!



When we arrived, it was foggy, and fog to  hilly types is not a good thing, so we kept to the path/road. Nothing daunted we set out, in full gear yet again.  I wish I could go up hill without losing my breath, because I sound worse than I actually am. However, the slightest incline and off I go - wheeze!

The short trip ended up another nine miler and luckily we had packed a picnic and flask (yes, heavy). 

              

So half way we stop, take out the flask and have a cuppa.  Seemingly out of NOWHERE, wild ponies turned up.  They can smell food  a mile away, or so we think.  We eventually had to run for a fenced off area and a seat.  Five or Six more horses showed up, but not only showed up, tried to get in by pushing the fence down!  One Clever Dick tried to lift the rope tying the gate closed, then gave up on that idea and chewed it.  I blame Chris for eating an apple!   It kept it's nose out of my tea as it went sniff, sniff, sniffing up my leg! Don't get me wrong, I like horses, but there has to be a fence betwixt them and me and not me sitting on the grass beneath one!

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