Crisp, my aged companion, thought the horse closest to us looked like Old Ned, the horse her grandfather had and the one who gave her the most grief when she visited as a child.
“We’d go down to his farm each Christmas. Mum insisted we visit and Grandad loved having us there. He’d have us up at the crack of dawn, which in those days was around 4.30am. ‘Come on,’ he’d say, ‘there’s lots to do and Ned wants to see you.’
So we dragged ourselves out of bed dreading what cantankerousness Ned was going to display. Grandad gave me a handful of hay to feed Ned and when I went close to him, holding out the hay he head-butted me sending me flying across the barn floor. Grandad thought it hilarious, but I didn’t, and I refused to go near Ned again. Which I think suited Ned as he didn’t like kids only Grandads.”
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/06/10/crimsons-creative-challenge-83/
Morpethroad 
Like this; bless Crisp with her memories… 🙂
and yes, I’m doing well. And you?
All good down here even though it is 6.17am Saturday morning. My brain seems to work best in the mornings!!
Yea, mine too. I mellow out in the evenings, which is why I don’t often access my blog at this time of day.
Take care. Stay safe.
Reminds me of growing up on the farm. My enemies were chickens.
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We a rooster who scared us as kids.
Me too
Haha! Poor crisp!
She’s had an eventful life
She sure has. I like her adventures.