My parents never learnt to drive. My brother and I walked most places. Trains and buses were used occasionally.Beautiful seedheads decorate the verges .........finches will flock to them....natures food store.
We start to walk home......I could hear bells jingling........we see many ponies and traps in the summer. The horse looked uneasy.....Nella does not like horses, but usually behaves well. I pulled her to the verge........the horse was skittish and started to head towards us (no photographs, I was a little worried). The horse got way too close for comfort and Nella was starting to bark......it all got a little messy. I know the gent in the driving seat.....no 'good mornings'....we were both busy trying to keep the situation under control. At one point I was thinking of jumping in the ditch..........lol
Once I stopped shaking I took a photograph and noticed the sign on the back
CAUTION...........BREAKING IN. I walked back down the lane with a smile.......Nella and I were strolling along as though nothing had happened.
Mr P always says if you walk away from a situation 'forget it, and smile'.
Soon be home Nella......time for a nice cup of tea........