AS THE people of Lush Places prepare for the annual arrival of the Seavington Hunt this morning, there are some bleary eyes after last night’s rally through the village.
Roaring motorbikes, chugging classic cars and rusty old 4x4s rumbled through the night, headlights blazing, road maps-a-gazing.
In a few minutes, the noise will be replaced by barks, neighs and the rah-rah sound of people on horseback (the hounds and the steeds are pretty quiet).
The stirrup cup will be passed around, sausage rolls consumed and a solitary protester will keep their thoughts to themselves.
With a pile of steaming horse poo already outside my front door, I can’t help thinking what fun it would have been if the two events had collided.
Tally ho!
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Absolutely perfect for the roses. Gather it up and let it steam away for a month or two and, once the buds appear, dig this wonderful material in around the base of each bush.
On the other hand, should you be feeling a bit peckish, it would certainly prove more than a match for much of the fast food on offer from certain large chains. More attractive, tastier and a hands down winner in the nutrition stakes.
If you don’t want it I’ll pop along with my shovel and a bucket – waste not, want not as my old Mum always says.
Too late RB, Mr Grigg scooped it up as quick as *h*t off a shovel.
It will go on the roses rather than in the Lidl’s nibble drawer, I think. Don’t you just love their mixed nuts?