It's a well known 'fact' that horses have an amazing sense of direction and an ability to orientate themselves in places they have never been before. Well, it's either not true or Théoden was thwarted by the terrain and field boundaries. On Tuesday we set off to go home from Hale to Fritham and at one point Théoden put his indicators on (one ear turned down in that direction) to take a less used track into the Forest. He marched off with such certainty and confidence that I had no doubt he knew where he was going. After about an hour we appeared to be lost and somewhat disorientated as we came up to a field boundary, not helped at that stage by two walkers who were in the same predicament partly because they had their map upside down. After switching off Théoden's satnav we sought some familiar landmarks and eventually found ourselves at the top of the Eyeworth track from where we could make our way to the Royal Oak pub and into Fritham.
In any event it was a lovely ride set against ominous black clouds that only burst when we finally got home. He was overjoyed to be reunited with his other wife and the two Jacks and reinstated as head of the herd.
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Noises off: "In fairness how did I know that Eyeworth Lodge was in the way?"
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It was Nelly and Juma's turn to go over to the Hale Holiday field next although they went by bus. Peechay, who is quite round, is staying at Fritham to keep Henrietta company while she is confined to a small paddock and the barn in order to wear her feet down again.
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| The neighbours seem nice. |
