Before our journey home Nigel wanted to see some real New Forest Ponies …..
……. and when he saw them he was entranced by their peacefulness and serenity (and huge piles of poo, but we’ll just leave that one right there!), he was rendered almost speechless.
He did however wonder if, as they were everywhere, anyone would notice if a just a small one sort of went missing and came back to Wolverhampton with us …..
……. thankfully I had the presence of mind to come up with a
cock and bull story that assuaged Nigel’s natural urge to obtain a pony of his own by fair means or foul …….
…….. O told him that it was someone’s job to go round counting all the ponies before their bedtime and that there were CTV cameras set up in all of the trees, anyone seen shoving a (small) New Forest pony into the back of a Vauxhall Zafira would soon be spotted and arrested forthwith by the New Forest Constabulary!
Nigel seemed to
swallow accept the story……..
………. and soon occupied himself by poking a stick in a hole in a tree like he had seen in a Winnie the Pooh film where Pooh was looking for honey!
….. but it was time to return to Wolverhampton and rejoin the rat race ….
…… with unforgettable memories of Nigel trying to entice fairies to his toadstool deeply embedded in my mind!