Page 97 - IT'S A RUM LIFE BOOK FOUR Volume 1 "Northcote 1984 to 1998"

By continuing along this route the airfield road connected to another lane running back to
the village (School Lane) and thus giving us a decent circular route of about three miles.

It was along this first piece of perimeter that unaccountable problems just happened as we
approached the old administration building.

Quite without warning the horses would set back their ears and try to bolt. On exactly the
same spot no matter whenever we past day or evening, winter or summer.

The old administration building at Spilsby Airfield.

Even the Shetland ponies took fright at the same spot. Hebe, newest resident in our small
family was very confused but initially as she took fright at most manhole covers or
roadside gullys we did not associate her problems with the others.
In fact her behaviour confused us and delayed the realisation that we had a real problem.

Jupiter was used to pull our ride dray for visitor excursions and the final straw for me was
when riding him out to exercise one day he reached the said location on the roadside and
suddenly leapt into the air with all four feet as if he had been stung under the saddle by a
swarm of bees. I managed to dismount and calm him while inspecting his saddle.

On eventually mounting once again he took charge and broke into an instant gallop. I
managed to steer him round the next bend, across a stubble field, down across the
Ladywath beck by a narrow farm bridge across the lane and over the gate into our stable
yard.