A Dartmoor Day

It was one of those days when an awful lot happened. On that day, for example, Sarah and I saved about five or six foxhounds from drowning. In front of only one witness, the crabby and sometimes disgracefully ill-mannered old Lord Carnock.   On the same day, my little brave pony, Chiquita drank a bottle … Continue reading A Dartmoor Day

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