You can tell it was far from horses they were reared. The mother stood right behind the horse the little lad was on to rub it. I know it was a quiet horse, but anyone who’s ever been around horses knows never to stand behind one, always at the head.
she’s trying to make out the little one knows all about them. She was prob terrified- fair enough if she hadn’t seen them before but stop making out she’s born to ride.
Also the stories are going through my head. Hard enough to hear the over dramatised stories which grow arms and legs, but the fact that she tells the story, then completely tells it again, breaks it down into portions, and re tells it again, then again. Sooo irritating