It Wasn't Me

Hubby told me to grab my camera and head into the village as there were about fifty mountain bikers getting ready to head out. However, when I got there they were just standing around and i would have looked pretty silly taking photos of them.

As I headed back I noticed that a couple of plastic wrapped hay bales had been delivered to the field where the little ponies are. The little cheeky black one was nibbling at the plastic and trying to get to the hay. He spotted me watching him and looked at me as if to say 'it wasn't me' despite the evidence lying on the grass.