Birthday picnic






It was R’s birthday on Saturday so we went for a picnic at the top of a hill nearby. There is a stone bench constructed in memory of a man who probably had used to come up here very often.

We sat on the grass and use the bench as our picnic table, overlooking the view of the entire village. On our way back we stopped to pet a big brown horse in the fields but his sharp sense of smell picked up the tortilla chips in our picnic bag.

He started following us and biting the bag and I’m not being dramatic but we literally had to run for our lives as he starting chasing us! Well what can I say apart from thank goodness for cattle barriers!

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