The journey North was
pleasant and uneventful until, that is, we stopped at Cheddleton.
I was just getting off the train when I heard a noise near the
mess hut. I looked up to see a runaway horse hit the back of
a people carrier and lift it off the ground into the fence. The
horse, in mad panic, then ran back up the hill with hooves skidding
and legs everywhere, to just miss another car and divert into
the car park field. Onlookers quickly shut the gate where the
badly bleeding animal was contained. Terry Essery was a hero
in talking to the mare and calming her down while a vet was summoned.
We were advised later that the horse was stitched up and left
to recover in its stable.