Man what a good time! I wish I was a farmer all the time.
We started off driving a dirt bike around the farm throwing big lumps of hay at cows. We took a little spill as Jack took a corner too fast but it was great fun. We then met the girls who had taken the dune buggy out for a bit of a spin as we needed to get to the next farm over.
The terrain was a bit much for us, and as Jack tried to tackle a verticle descent down to a boggy river bed we tumbled again. The girls did their best but the slope was too steep for the buggy and Mel had to get out to save the day!
Before long we had got to the next farm where the old couple who lived there had agreed to take us out horse riding!
My horse was called Mertz, short for Andrew Mhertens the ex All black and Harlequins fly half. apparently Mertz was a bit of a bad boy and they didn't like amatures taking him out as he had been quite a good race horse and sometimes got aggressive with other horses as he hates being overtaken.
I found that horse riding is no where near as easy as I thought it would be! Mertz did exactly whatever he wanted the entire time regardless of what I said or did! Except that is the time I told him to jog on... At this point he started sprinting up the hill! I nearly fell off! I was terrified!
When Mertz fancied it we had a lovley walk along the ridge with breathtaking views all around in the warm sunshine.
Heathers horse was rather taken with Mertz and would get very angry if it's nose was ever more than 5cm from his bum! Sometimes she got a bit too close and Mertz would give a massive shudder, I would hold on for dear life!
On the way back down was when things got really interesting.
Mertz decided to do a 90 degree handbrake turn, which obviously I styled out like a pro... When the instructor lady came to tell him off she went to over take him. He swivled fast and kicked her as hard as he could! Luckily she had got her horse to move so she didn't get hit in the leg but it really was a bone shattering thud into the chest of her smaller horse. Easily enough to kill a man if hit in the chest.
After an eventful and very fun trek we said good bye to our horses and headed back to the farm.
Whilst we were on the ridge we had noticed some people setting up a tent on our land. We couldn't resist going over for a few Dorset farmer imitations of "Ger off my land!". When we got there we found out it was the electrician who works on the farms fences from time to time. He had come up for a bit of duck shooting.
He let us all have a go with his sniper rifle. I hit a shotgun shell from 30 foot with my first shot! Sniper school here I come!
After the shooting I hopped in the dune buggy with Heather. How much fun is a dune buggy! I was razzing it round like a mad man! I beat the farms top speed record with 38kmph, which feels bloody fast on an uneven paddock!
What a great day! We rounded it off with a beer and some wedges at the sleights ale house.
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