Not long after he took on a smallholding for his cobs, the builder boyfriend found a couple walking through his fields with their dog.
They had appeared out of nowhere, apparently by squeezing through a small hole in the hedge with a neighbouring property.
As there is no footpath through his land, the BB was perplexed. ‘Can I help you?’ he called. But the smartly dressed couple waved him away. ‘No, thank you!’ the man called back politely enough, as he and his wife walked on with their spaniel, which darted this way and that, soon entangling itself with Jimmy and Duey, the builder b’s black and white cobs.
The horses ran around the dog and the dog ran around the horses and the whole thing threatened to end in a terrible mess of squashed dog, so the BB ran over and insisted they put the dog on the lead and get out of his fields quickly.
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