During an eventful ride at Brightling , we ended up trapping Heather's pony of the time in the Gypsum mines, I felt we'd had enough excitement for one day, also Heather's pony had broken his reins so I suggested walking our steeds back the lorry. Heather met this proposal with total disdain, ripping off her silk scarf, she quickly made a makeshift rein, hauled herself back on board and declared " I'm riding the %^&*" Ride on Heather.