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Horseplay

The horse suddenly veered to the left, snorting and threw his head up, nearly hitting my nose. I wrestled with the reins and reluctantly he resumed our course. ‘Bloody horses. Thousands of years as man’s companion and still scared of pigs.’ Vicky laughed from the saddle of the much larger horse alongside me. ‘You really don’t like horses do you?’ ‘I hate the bloody things. And, what is more, there are about four miles of pig fields before we get back to the farm. And, I have to wear this ridiculous outfit.’ ‘Oh do come off it, Suzy. You look good enough to eat and it shows off your arse deliciously. Don’t you just love the raw power between your legs?’ ‘Actually, no. I might if I was in control of it but Pansy and I both know I am not.’ Vicky had told me that she always called gelded horses names like that. ‘Perhaps you’d have more fun if you rode with a bung in your arse?’ I looked at her and smirked. Her cornflower eyes had that wicked smile and her blonde, short cut hair, flicked around her ears beneath her tweed cap, the one she preferred to a riding hat like the one I was wearing. Vicky’s father, grandfather and a long line of previous ancestors had farmed, become rich and died to pass the farm and wealth on. She, the last of the line, had inherited, leased the farm and kept the magnificent farmhouse and enough land to indulge her love of bloody equines. It was my love for her that led me to be where I was at that moment. ‘You’ll be fine. Old Pansy’s a great old ...

... thing, bomb proof if you show him who's boss.’ It became almost immediately clear that Pansy was not convinced of my managerial skills as he reared, whinnying and ejected me from the saddle. I felt as though I were suspended in mid air for minutes before a searing pain in my shoulder was followed by a crack on the head and welcome oblivion. I became aware that I was looking up at a blonde framed face with four eyes which was surrounded by pale blue. I tried to focus but couldn’t. I felt a hand pass across my forehead and stroke my hair. ‘I’ve called an ambulance. You’ll be fine, don’t worry. You banged your head.’ Of that fact I was painfully aware. ‘Does, it hurt?’ ‘I think the battle of El Alamein is being replayed inside me.’ ‘Don’t be melodramatic. Be brave, sweety, not long now, I can hear the siren.’ I knew now that I was lying in her lap. I could see, very blurred, the shapes of the two horses tied to a fence post, presumably the fence that had assaulted me. ‘The nursing profession’s loss was my gain.’ Vicky chuckled. ‘We had a nurse we called Henry at school. She had teeth like Pansy’s. Her sole diagnostic technique was to shove a finger up your arse.’ I half muttered that I wished she’d shoved Pansy up Vicky’s arse. ‘I’ll let that pass since you’re not at your best.’ While the paramedics where assessing me, Vicky told me that she’d have to take the horses home but that she’d come straight to the hospital as soon as she had. I understood this but felt disappointed ...