Nah, straw dogs are Cornwall, not Yorkshire
Okay, I was going to move onto the pigs next. But I've promised Carruthers the horses/ ponies since Wednesday and he's been very patient.
Somehow, I found myself wandering into the stable block, which is not open to members of the public. As I went in, I heard someone else told this, and asked to see her pass, so as she fumbled in her bag I kept on walking. Well I figured I'd play the dumb tourist if someone caught up with me, and there's a lot to be said for walking with confidence and looking as if you belong.
Also, I knew I had nothing more nefarious planned than taking some photos. Except patting a horse's neck later, but that was innocuous enough - especially as the sign warned he might bite - AND with his owner's permission.
