From the Teeth of a Disaster

I had a very stressful telephone call from Ruth last week to say that Prince had gone missing from his field, leaving his two companions behind. At 6 a.m. he had been there but at some time during the morning he had done a bunk. I gave my usual advice in this situation which was to alert the police to a possible stray horse and then to check the ditches of his own field and those nearby first. Prince had been more adventurous than that and fortunately turned up in a completely locked sheep field in Whiteparish. What had begun as a disaster ended with Ruth catching him and bringing him home triumphantly although she did have a blister on her foot!

Proof that the grass is not always greener...

You will all remember the horrible events in London last year where a handful of Cavalry horses went galloping through Central London after being spooked by some construction workers. The grey in particular looked badly injured with blood all over his chest and legs. People wondered if he might have to be put to sleep.

I met a man last week who had met the horse, who is called Vigo, when he was running a camp at Longmoor, near Portsmouth. They had coincided with the Household Cavalry's visit and were taking the horses down to Hayling Island to go swimming in the sea. Lo and behold Vigo was there.