Their journey from the Pony Centre with Linzi was uneventful and they stepped calmly out of the trailer, Pascoe in the lead,
|stood for a moment getting their bearings|
|and trotted off to inspect their new home|
|All was peace and quiet. Until they met their new field mates, that is.|
Ryan and Lola thundered down the field towards them looking for all the world like a couple of knightless chargers from the Middle Ages.
Uh-oh, thought Freddy. I don't like the look of this. I'm off.
And 'off' he was; in one bound, straight over the hedge and into the lane.
Luckily the lane is narrow and a van coming one way and a car going the other gradually and gently boxed him in. Clearly deciding that getting up close and personal with these vehicles was not a good idea, Freddy promptly jumped back over the hedge into the field.
Pity we didn't get a photo!
Eventually they seemed to settle down and we went to grab a sandwich only to find, when we went back out again half an hour later, Freddy had taken exception to Ryan biting his bottom, and repeated his performance!