One of the yard girls told me that Phoebe was being bothered by the flies so off I set to the field armed with fly repellant spray and her lovely lilac net fly rug. I don't often go to the the field and that's because I've had many hairy moments in fields with horses over the years and the possibility of a stampede is never far from my mind:)
I had just fastened the front of her fly rug around her neck - but hadn't fastened any of the other straps - when the fabulous RAF decided to do a low level fly past. Thanks guys.
The resulting thudding of horses hooves came from six mares all instantly galloping round with me in the midst of it all. Phoebe's half-fastened rug was flapping around her legs which just made her run all the faster.
I was NOT wearing brown trousers.
Eventually they all calmed down and I was able to fasten the rug properly, give her a quick squirt of fly spray and beat a hasty retreat. I now have a large glass of brandy and am typing this quickly in an effort to stop my hands from shaking.