Under Cover

After the world exclusive of Horace carrying out his bungee jump, possibly the first time in history that a pig has done this, it is now time to act sensible, behave, and continue on from where we left off on our recent day out, photographing locations on Dartmoor.

 

We have arrived at Norsworthy Bridge which is at the eastern edge of Burrator Reservoir. I got a couple of shots of this bridge while Hoof and Horace had a well deserved cup of tea from their special hip flask, must be quite a strong blend of tea as their personality always seem a little different afterwards, hey ho.

 

Now I really don’t know if is me or what, I know some of you think I make this stuff up (but as Charlotte Headman found out, there is a magazine called Practical Pigs) I heard some really strange noises coming from behind this bridge, I kid you not suddenly there was a diver complete with wet suit and an underwater camera, now come on this is the middle of Dartmoor not The Great Barrier Reef, Hoof and Horace immediately took up defensive positions, you know tails in the air and sights locked firmly on to said subject, to which I responded “easy boys we don’t want this to get messy”.

 

As I have been in many a tricky situation I approached said diver, whereon we struck up a fascinating conversation and he told me he photographs sunken wrecks during the summer in the Plymouth Sound and Whitsand Bay area, then turns his attentions to fish and other aquatic life inland during the winter months.

 

We had a lengthy exchange of many pleasantries and had a good laugh which to me is what life is all about.

 

As it was now getting dark we bid farewell to our new found diver friend, saddled up and headed towards home.

 

Then Hoof spoke to me via the on board communications system, and he suggested that we stop at the Blacksmiths Arms (I know what you are thinking horse, Blacksmiths Arms) honestly you cannot make this up.

This pub is in the village of Lamerton, google it.

Hoof loves a few games of spoof with the locals in here, and we always get a warm welcome from the unsuspecting landlord.

 

So after a good skinful full we bid our goodbyes and thanked the landlord for all the money we had extracted from him following our little games.

 

However just as we were going out of the door a customer came in with such a cute looking Labrador, Horace said “what a lovely dog you have there” to which its owner replied “well thank you but it has a nasty habit, it chases people on a bike” Horace said “that is easily rectified, take away his bike”.

 

Horace leapt up into his special little seat, he put on his head torch so he could see where he was coming from, we wired him up in order that a three way conversation could be held, and off we went like the speed of sound into the darkness via road, field, and track.

 

Not long and we were back in our village, stealthily we went under the cover of darkness, imagine explaining to a policeman, a talking horse a surf board riding pig and little old me, talk your way out of that one Bri.

 

This concludes our present Dartmoor series.

 

Thank you all so much for viewing my photographs, the comments and merrymaking are so appreciated 🐎🐷🍺🍺😎😂

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