It was actually a picnic at Bolton’s Bench, on top of the hill, next to the large Yew tree surrounded by a wooden seat. My wife was sitting on a rug, I was reading a paper when a crafty pony came from behind the Yew tree, it first pushed me out of the way, using its feet and body weight, startled I lashed out, it didn’t even blink, as I tried to get, up my wife shouted watch out, it tuned and kicked out with both back feet, one of its hooves hitting my thighs, giving me a dead leg. Job done it then finished are picnic, the pony first ate are sandwiches and then a large packet of crisps, for its next trick the fat pony regurgitated the crisp bag in very long thin strip, which I have to admit did look funny and it finished by trampling over my reading glasses, and then left, not stopping for tea. The following day I had a yellow hoof shape mark on my thigh which stayed for weeks. From start to finish my wife thought the hole episode was hilariously funny, especially as she moved out of the way quicker than me. Back at work a colleague told me how her family with young children received the same treatment at the same place having a picnic ruined, which is not so funny with kids around. all I can say is.

“Pony I hope you were sold as horse meat and I have fed you to my dog” HaHa.  

 My Daughter said that is a mean thing to say about poor Pony and we were in his Territory. My answer to her was, we were not playing cowboys and Indians, just a picnic, she might think differently if she had been trampled on kicked and mugged by a pony, I like ponies I think they are lovely animals and have taken loads of pictures. Just dont like that pony.