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THE HACK Out of the yard,my daughter and me,on a hot summer day of Eighty-three.Hastoe to Cadsden, there and back,eight hours in the saddle,for our first all-day hack.Onto the canter path,down to Paines End,through Fox Lane the route did wend. Into a copse ,keeping the pace to an even flow. Up to Dunsmore,past the Black Horse, we followed the course.Chequers, Pondswood,down  hill to the pub. Horses tethered for a rest,we ate our ploughmans with a pint of the landlord's best.Back in the into the saddle, at the canter to retrace our steps and in Hastoe as the clock struck four,to stack the tack on the stable door

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Date: 10/6/2021 4:42:00 AM
Reads like an exciting day. I wonder how the horses managed on such a long trip? Sara
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Brian Strand
Date: 10/7/2021 12:58:00 AM
They had a break Sara,whilst we had ou ploughmans lunch

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