Hung Like a Horse

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Woke up and had eggy bread - the only decent breakfast I've had since leaving home.

At around 10, Hume, the ranch manager, arrived with the horses we were to be riding today. He showed me to my trusty steed and I got on. At which point he pissed himself laughing as my feet were pretty much touching the floor.

He swapped me over onto a different horse which was better but she did have a tendency to keep biting my ankle every time I kicked her to make her move.

We set off on the ride which was fairly uneventful once I'd got over my fear. Some of the terrain was pretty rough and I was surprised the horse could manage it with me on it. I'm not sure I could have done so if I'd been asked to carry a midget on my back, which I guess is the same principle.

After a couple of hours, we got to an isolated waterfall (yes, another one) where we stopped for lunch but didn't stay too long as it was freezing.

Got back to the ranch at about 3 then again sat around for a bit until the evening's entertainment arrived - a folk singer from the loal village who played us an assortment of traditional songs.

Then more wine and bed, though this time I slept in the house with the girls. Luckily though they managed to resist the urge to jump me during the night and I had a fariyl good night's sleep for once.

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[Pevensy]

How could they possibly resist a hunk of burning love such as yourself?