I have been checking the mirror recently. No not for more lines on the face, but to check I didn’t have MUG tattooed on my forehead. I had agreed that THF could be used as a venue for a small equestrian event! It seemed like a good idea at the time, it was sold beautifully to me, I would be doing my bit for the community, helping the younger generation and all that. But as the date drew nearer my worries started. The track in and out doesn’t bother me but will new people baulk at it? Will they go mad, off-roading across the big field and get bogged down, will they get stuck driving into the parking field. Will they generally run amock of the place, terrorise the chickens, fall in the dew pond and drown or will one of my dogs bite a child’s leg off. Oh the possibilities are endless, I even checked my public liability insurance. Needless to say NOTHING happened. It was a pleasure, it went smoothly. But, and there is always a but… one lady launched into me about the track and the parking while car & trailer after car & trailer manoeuvred passed her with ease. I kept calm, I was polite, I chose my words carefully to appease her. But it was when she announced that you couldn’t possibly drive a 7 1/2 ton lorry into the place but I had to stifle a snigger. Why? Well she was standing right next to a 7 1/2 ton horse lorry that drives in and out with ease on a regularly basis… bless her…