The Hack
Out of the yard,daughter Bev 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 our route did
wend.Into a copse ,missing branches low,keeping the pace to an even flow.Up to
Dunsmore,past the Black Horse,via Little Hampden we followed the course.Past
Chequers and into Pondswood,down the hill to reach the pub.
Tethered the horses to the garden trees,ordered a ploughmans,with pickle and
cheese.Feet up awhile for a long rest,enjoying a pint of the landlord's best.
Into the saddle,no time to laze,off at a canter in the heat haze.Back in Hastoe as
the clock struck four,to stack the tack on the stable door.
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