Poseurs

These Fell Ponies were just trotting onto the moor via their usual route when they all came to a halt and stared at me (like I had two heads or something) They had seen me before. Perhaps I had some bizarre item of clothing on or my hair was stuck up. Horses are sensitive to things like that. After about thirty seconds they decided all was cool and they continued their journey apart from one who insisted on trying to get as far into the car as possible after deciding the twenty pound note in the cup holder was bound to be good to eat. You try dissuading a rather large and chunky Fell Pony that a twenty pound note is not fodder. I thought that I was going to have to drive home with him!!!!