Page 152 - It's a Rum Life Book 3 "Ivy House Tales 1970 to 1984"
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THE DOOR
            When we returned some time later with Jupiter, the next most lively of the trio, we found
            Ebony out of his stable, wandering around the grassy area behind the garden wall.


            Only there was an added complication, he had not bothered to open his stable door. He
            had simply walked forward with his head down and taken the door and door frame out of
            their sockets. The door frame and
            stable door were still firmly in place
            around the horse’s neck!
             (Improved stable brickwork now and
            Ebony is showing Ruth some of his
            tricks.)

            EBONY ALMOST GOES TO THE
            SCHOOL SPORTS
            We were finding it more and more
            difficult to keep Ebony out of
            mischief.
            He was maturing rapidly and now
            reached five years of age. Outings in
            his cart were a joy for us both but we
            realised he was in need of more and
            more work to keep him calm.
            A chance came in the early summer
            to allow him to do some good in the
            community. Sports day was fast
            approaching at our local village
            school in Carrington, about a mile
            and a half down the road.
            Ebony’s two wheel tip cart would be too small to accommodate all the children for rides so
            I decided to convert one of our four wheel wooden wagons normally used to haul our
            firewood from the woods at Tumby.
            They had rubber tyred wheels and an attachment for our little tractor as the loads were
            heavy and distance too far for the horse.
            Suitable shafts were located to fit Ebony and the day of the sports arrived.
            I was to leave in time to arrive at the end of the actual games and give the children rides
            on the sports field.
            The rubber tyres on the wagon made the journey far smoother, but Ebony was uneasy and
            took some time to settle to his task. He knew something different was in the air.
            Out of the village and heading south there is an open stretch of road between our village
            finishing and Carrington beginning, it was just at the junction of a turning to the right that
            Ebony jiggled about and one of the chains around his bottom that acted as a brake
            dropped off its hook.


            NO BRAKES
            Oh dear, our brakes had come adrift.
            Simple wagons like these did not have their own brakes you see, the horse was used to
            stop the vehicle as well as make it go forward.
            Only there needed to be chains around the horse’s bottom and fastened to the wagon, so


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