Now I HAVE had an encounter with a horse…..In our village there was a racing stable owned and run by a man with the unlikely name of Chuck Spares. I kid you not. At one time, into the mid-1980s, he was quite successful, and had a lot of horses being trained and raced. Willy Carson’s son was one of his apprentice jockeys. Now racehorses are, for want of a better word, even more “feisty” than your average horse, and totally unpredictable when being exercised on the local roads. One day I drove very slowly past young Carson Junior and his steed, when for no good reason it bucked and reared up, and then lashed out at my van with both its back legs, putting a deep double hoof print into the driver’s door. About twelve inches higher and its hooves would have come through the glass and into me. The village heaved a collective sigh of relief when Chuck closed down the Stables, as it was only a matter of time before someone was injured or killed by one of his horses. The local vicar had a horse come partly thru’ the windscreen of his car, putting him in hospital for several weeks. It wasn’t one of Chuck’s horses though….
Brian
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