Ooops!!

I took Corky out for a ride again today. I was tired when I got up this morning and thought a nice relaxing hack in the sunshine would revitalise me. Hee heee. Best laid plans of mice and men comes to mind!!

My plan was to check out a track that I'd found on the map but couldn't see from the road, so off we went.
The track starts about a mile up our little lane, but as it was in the opposite direction to our normal ride, Corky was a little reluctant and gave me her, "I'm on my last legs" walk.
Anyway, we arrived (eventually) and set off down the track. Corky did tell me at the top that it was a waste of time, so when we reached a dead end I took her "I told you so" with good grace. Of course, we retraced our steps with a little huffing and puffing (from Corky, not me) and a little more pace.

We got back on the lane and half way down I spied a track which looked quite promising, so, to Corkys disgust I turned her off the lane down the track.

I have to say that by this time she was tutting at me for REALLY wasting her time and made the decision that it was time to go home. She gave a resigned little sigh and started to turn round on the small track.
Unfortunately for both of us, we hadn't seen the low electric fence and before I could straighten her up, she backed into it.
I wish I could have recorded what happened next, I reckon it would have been hilarious. It was quite a blur, but I know that she touched it 3 times, the first time she leapt forward still turning, ran into it and bucked, spun around and backed into it again and promptly bucked me off.
As my ailing body hit the deck, my first thought was, why didn't I manage to stay on??

Luckily, Corky headed for home "as the crow flies", jumped the small fence and legged it down the field toward a group of very startled cows. As she trotted up and down the far fence it sruck me how good she looked and how freely she was moving!!!!
My next thoughts, as the cows decided to have a closer look at her, were that I hope she doesn't panic and try to get out onto the lane, and I don't think I can walk home from here.
She didn't panic, just waited impatiently at a small gate, and as I walked down to her she came to me, as if to say, there you are, can you get me out of here please?
So after I'd apologised and explained to the bemused farmer what had happened and would he please check his fence as it was a little bit loose, I remounted and came home. Corky seemed none the worse for her adventure.