Today, at work, i was riding Artic Double, in a big stubble field. I was happily trotting along with Michelle who was on Tribal Run, when Artic Double (Archie) decided to start broncing madly, and then gallop off with me, full pelt. He was so strong and i couldnt pull him up, and we were heading for a bloody gateway which led to a busy duel carridgeway! So i managed to turn him just before the gate... straight in to a big fuck off hedge, thinking it'd stop him. But no. The bugger clears the fucker!!!! God knows how i stayed on.

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Take off side...modelled by Mrs Colin.

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Landing Side.

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The Spread.

Sorry the pics are rubbish, my camera seems to be retarded.
So, when we went back to visit the hedge... we measured the fucker, and it was 5ft7high, and from the hoofprints from take off to landing... it measured.... 21ft.
Bloody Hell.

That's it really. I'm still on a buzz from it all. I doubt i'll sleep tonight.

I miss Natalie Taylor.
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