A sharp, frosty dawn broke with bright anticipation across my fretfully sleepless night.

After the ponies’ escape yesterday, I’d been through a literal rollercoaster of emotions: impatience (when they didn’t greet me in the field with their customary enthusiasm); mild concern (at discovering they weren’t in their appointed pasture & assuming they’d simply strayed nearby); genuine, sickening fear (on believing they’d been stolen); overwhelming relief (on being advised by our wonderful friend John that they’d all been found, safe & sound); & ultimately sleepless apprehension (how on earth would I get them home, alone, from so far away…?).

However, my priority was a reunion with our errant equines…..

Bearing the humbly apologetic gift of a large pot of freshly-crafted Christmas Pudding  gelato (intentionally doubling as a quasi-business card, as it also lists our company contact details) I headed for Ffosaron, to pay a visit to our ‘holidaying’ horses. 

Thankfully proprietor Aled (apart from almost running into one of the Big Black Galoots on his driveway before daybreak, yesterday & almost having a heart attack in the process – but then kindly persuading the ponies into his nearest field) was utterly unphased by the whole experience; & was – thakfully – generously relaxed about giving us plenty of time to move them safely, back home. 

Meanwhile they’re in a fabulously large low-grazed double field, including some excellent hedgerow shelter & lined with the finest post-&-rail fencing I think I’ve ever seen – so the boys are hardly ‘roughing it’.

Nevertheless, after my reassuring chat with Aled, I ventured into the capacious field & called to the boys who at that point were grazing the lower pastures & were completely out of sight….but the immediate thundering of sixteen excited hooves across the frozen turf, swiftly punctuated the fact that whilst the lads had enjoyed their adventure, it was high time to go home….

So, after being almost literally ploughed down by a flat-out gallop from our ecstatic equines & in the midst of a thoroughly emotional reunion, Aled & his colleagues had evidently been watching from the window:

“So, they’re sure you belong to them….?!” Aled enquired with a gentle laugh. 

I turned, thorugh a blur of relieved & grateful tears, to my delightedly loving, thoroughly naught, completely forgiven, equines:

Here was Aled’s joyful answer: words were neither necessary nor sufficiently expressive.  The way the ponies were fussing around me (& me in turn,them) there could be absolutely no doubt….

… don’t worry my lovely boys, I miss you so much: you’ll soon be home.


About LittleFfarm Dairy

The LittleFfarm Dairy Team: Jo - Goat farmer & Gelatiere Artigianale, plus General Dogsbody; Tony - Airline Pilot & part-time Herd Manager, Product Taster, Accounts Secretary, Handyman etc!
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One Response to Reunion

  1. LOL, I know exactly that trajectory of feelings! Nicely put Jo.

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