Celtic Mist Stu's Pictures

"ROAAAD TRIIP!!" the girls shrieked as I carefully manoeuvred out the drive and began to make my way through the series of twisting roads leading us to the motorway and then finally Stansted airport. I groaned as Immy, Jess and Lily created some kind of song about how amazing America is and then continued to chant it non-stop for pretty much the whole drive. Once we arrived and unloaded the horses, we were ushered towards the colossal air plane which was going to take us to Orlando. Blue loaded into the airstable easily and so did the others but as soon as it was Epona's turn, all hell broke loose. The cranky mare refused to go anywhere near it, reared and bolted dragging Immy past the line of horses waiting patiently to load which caused a lot of angry shouts in her direction, this only urged the sharp horse to pick up speed. She raced through the blocks of temporary stables with Immy not far behind her and then disappeared. Imogen, worn out and furious, checked almost every single stable before finally finding Epona, who had barely broke a sweat, with her front legs balancing on a bale of shavings and peacefully munching on the hay stacked neatly on top of it. Finally, the frustrated girl got the stubborn mare into the airstable but not before earning multiple glares in her direction by the many peoples horses she spooked and almost knocked over. Eventually the plane took off with a loud moan and we were on our merry way to the states!