Near Whiteford Point today we encountered some Welsh mountain ponies.
|Rather handsome chap|
|Pay careful attention to these two!|
They kept on following us until I understood how Butch Cassidy felt about the man in the white hat. But it was okay while they kept a steady gap between us and them but when they started cantering/trotting/going a bit faster I squeaked a little.
Then Husband stopped, turned to face them, held up his hand and said, 'Woah! Woah.'
And they stopped. And they didn't follow us any more.
I was seriously impressed. I never knew he had such power over horses.