The divine Miss N
Most gentlemen will allow that the physical attributes of some young ladies are more attractive than the average. Despite the horsey proclivities of Miss N, she was one of the more attractive set. Very much so. Miss N also had the advantage of a generous nature.

I had recently acquired a rather good camera and she had just acquired a mare. So her proposal was that I should photograph her in her best riding clothing with the horse. So the following Saturday I carefully dressed in my best casual outfit, polished the camera lenses, loaded a roll of Mr. Eastman's finest and set off merrily with the thought of a few photograpsh and perhaps something more.

She looked rather fetching in cap and jodphurs, but the mare carried no saddle. This mare, dear reader, was no pony. Doubtless there were taller horses but not too many. Her plan was to have the photographs taken at the far end of the field, well away from house and stables. This was some ten minutes walk so she suggested I get up behind her on the horse.

So I slung the camera around my neck and managed to get my right leg over the horse. Unfortunately the camera jammed between hip and thigh, I could go no further and began to go back the way I had come.

The result was inevitable. Luckily it had been raining and the ground was slightly yielding. The camera landed on top of me, so it was fine.

I believe the mare laughed.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Tue 26 Jan 2010, 1:34, Reply)