A Horsey Tale

This morning, riding along a quiet country lane, I was confronted by a riderless runaway horse. I had to make up my mind whether to stop it or avoid it. The horse, being much bigger than me, I decided to avoid it. It went by at considerable speed, followed by a young lady calling out the horse's name which, by the way, was Jack. Jack took no notice and went on its way, the young lady, eventually running out of breath, gave up the pursuit. She was followed some moments later by the lady who had fallen off. All ended well, however as the horse (Jack) found its way to its stable on his own, the lady who parted company with Jack, apart from a smattering of mud on her clothes, was unharmed, and the young lady who was in hot pursuit will probably be in the running for a place in the Olympic 100 metres event. With that peace descended on the Hertfordshire lanes and on a pleasant sunny morning I completed a nice 12 mile ride home.