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There were horses everywhere; ranging in size from Shetlands to big, lanky Thoroughbreds. The riders varied from midgets, still bobbing along on a lead rein behind their parents, to tall, young adults.
Saffron looked for Tom, but he was nowhere to be seen. ‘He’s late again.’ she muttered to her horse. Then she heard him coming down the road. It sounded like a cross between a helicopter and a machine-gun.’
'Oh my gosh - Magic!’ she squealed and dug her heels into the pony’s flanks. ‘He's giving his old Norton a run - the one with direct exhaust. We’ll have to stop him - before every horse on the ground goes totally apeshit!’
They galloped towards the gate, were through it, and fifty metres down the road, before Tom reached them. Luckily, Magic was as used to loud bikes as she was to annoying little birds. Tom saw them and pulled up.
‘Turn it off!’ she shouted. He spread his gloved hands as if to say, ‘I can’t hear you.’ She came in closer and yelled at the top of her voice, ‘Kill - the - engine!’ He understood then, and did as he was told.
As he removed his helmet and gloves, he looked rather confused, even annoyed. ‘What’s wrong, Saffron?’
She flung herself down from the horse, flushed and shaking, and blurted out furiously, ‘You almost blew it - "dad." Of all the places to bring that crapping bike of yours. Can’t you work out that horses are scared of loud noises? If you’d ridden that bloody thing inside, kids would have come off everywhere.