As we started up the hill the other day I could see three sheep in the road at the top. I wasn’t worried – after all, Galahad lives next to a field of sheep. In reality he was a bit reluctant to head towards them but yielded to persuasion. When we got a bit closer they jumped into the hedge which I thought would put an end to it. I was wrong.
Galahad immediately stopped dead and refused to move. He couldn’t possibly go any further because there were monsters in the hedge. It took a lot of work to persuade him to carry on and even then he kept stopping – at least until we were almost level with the sheep when we shot past at top speed.
From then on we had a lovely ride until, coming back down, we met the sheep again followed closely by our neighbours’ car. We had a bit of impatient twirling which was worse than it should have been because I managed to completely entangle my reins, whip and hands in Galahad’s mane. We trampled on the neighbours’ grass a bit but luckily didn’t seem to do any damage. I’m not quite sure how.
Once the car was past it was my turn to follow the sheep. I didn’t dare trot because we were heading towards a main road and I didn’t want to panic them onto it. I thought at one point I would be able to overtake them but they shot forward again and I was just debating when to telephone someone to block their access to the road when they jumped back into the hedge. This time we had no trouble getting past and we very much enjoyed the last few minutes of our ride.
It was certainly an exciting time. Evidently being accustomed to something doesn’t make it any less scary!