CROWD-FREE ESCAPES
It’s always a bit awkward to disagree with a walking guide – especially one who was born among the hills on which you are strolling. I said nothing at first when Susie lead me, calf-deep, into a stream, and I politely refrained from judgement when she insisted on stopping to eat when we’d only been on the trail 10 minutes. But when she led me directly into an overgrown patch of ferns and thistles she left me no choice. “Susie,” I sighed, “it’s THIS way.”
Susie, I should clarify, is a Welsh mountain pony, one born into a semi-feral herd of quadrupeds said to have descended from the prehistoric Celtic breed that dates back to 1600BC. As such, her kind
