[DemolitionRed]

I was once driving back from my own horses and saw this piebald stallion running down a main road. I had the right gear with me and so I headed after him and managed to catch him. I took him along to the nearest farm and popped him in an empty stable. He’d attracted a real crowd and someone told me the horse belonged to this very notorious gypsy who lived in a very large house further up the road. I drove up to the house and was met at the door by a very intimidating looking skin head withe a thick Irish accent. It was his horse so I offered him a lift down to the farm. When we arrived there were two police cars and a very irate looking farmer’s wife. Up until then the gypsy/tinker had been really nice but I saw the other side of him when the police confronted him; he had no regard for them at all and it was obvious that the police were very intimidated by him.

The police then said they needed to question me about the saddle in the back of my car. Apparently this guy was known for breaking into tack rooms and stealing saddles. Fortunately I had a load of witnesses who explained my involvement.

I’ll always remember the gypsy guys words to me as he left. He told me if I ever needed someone sorting out to come to him because he owed me a favour! I never did take him up on that offer but I have to admit, I was tempted a few times!!