THE BONDING OF RED AND BISCUIT
After a good rest we are all refreshed and raring to go on our exciting travels once again. The rest has coincided with Red’s bonding with Biscuit and of course not forgetting Scarlet, who has been a brilliant Mother to the young colt. But now it’s mostly out of her hands, as it looks as though Red is going to take care of his upbringing, although I am sure there are going to be times when he will go to his mother for a bit of love like all children do.
We are all getting excited, because hopefully Biscuit is going to be such a special horse. Red had already started to spend a lot of time with him and we think he has started to teach Biscuit the special ways of a magic horse.
Riding Biscuit is a long way off still, although he is growing at an astounding rate. It looks like he will be at least as big as Red, Scarlet is big for a mare so I suppose that has something to do with it as well.
It’s holiday time and because of that Chanel practically lives on the farm. It was a smallholding once, but Dad keeps adding more land to it so I suppose you could class it as a small farm now.
The latest addition was a pair of goats, the Nanny-goat is a sweet thing, but the Billy-goat has got a terrible temper, especially when Blue our cat winds him up, then gets out of the way up a convenient tree, looks down on him and gives him a nice little meow for good measure, it’s all very funny to watch. Poor old Billy nearly explodes with anger. I think Blue had better watch himself and have eyes in the back of his head, or else he will find himself on the end of Billy’s ample horns.
Homework for the holidays is always a tedious affair, but with Chanel’s help we managed to put our studies firmly behind us. Like Courtney, Chanel is another brain box I don’t get it, I have to work really hard to do well in exams, but they just seem to sail through them and end up near the top of the class.
Naturally I am getting a lot better at history, but our teacher Mrs. Osborne, thinks I make my compositions on different times in history a bit farfetched, little does she know my facts are completely true.
I chuckle to myself because I know I am right, after all I have been there. I would love to tell her, but naturally I can’t.
Now down to business, where shall we go? I have thought and thought but still have not come up with an obvious choice, I have tampered with the idea of going into the future, but I can’t get my head round that.
What do I do if something terrible has happened, such as a world war and nobody has survived, or just the opposite and it could be so wonderful that I would not want to return home?
No, I am not grown up enough to withstand the consequences that this adventure might bring; I love my family too much to risk anything happening so that I could not see them again. We shall stick to going back in time for the immediate future. Who knows maybe one day I shall be brave enough to take that gigantic step into the unknown.
I walked over to where Red and Biscuit were grazing, and politely asked Red if we could have a chat about our next adventure. He looked up from the luscious clump of grass he was munching, “Lovely, it’s been a long time since our last adventure and I could do with a break from teaching Biscuit. Scarlet can take over for a while, she’s feeling a little left out at the moment, bless her”. I still could not make up my mind where to go, so I craftily said to Red, “Would you like to choose this time?” He replied sarcastically, “I can read you like a book young Vicky, you haven’t a clue where to go have you!” I laughed, “I can’t pull the wool over your eyes can I?!” He chuckled, “Never mind, I do have a good idea, let’s go and find out how true the legend of Robin Hood is that should be exciting, how are your archery skills?”
I must admit Red’s idea of going to find Robin Hood did excite me.
The tales of Robin and his merry men have altered so much over the years, but the chances are there must have been men hiding from the law in these dark ages, I suppose the forest areas of England were as good a place as any to start a commune as there is always safety in numbers, but whether they were merry men as the tales tell us is another matter.
After a lengthy discussion we eventually decided Robin Hood would be our next adventure, so we were to travel back to the end of the twelfth century, that’s if the tales were correct, I have my doubts. First we were to visit Sherwood Forest on our quest to find the legend that robbed from the rich and gave to the poor; I will also reserve judgement on that statement, as some books say he was a right villain.
So it was back to the internet to find out about the times we were to visit, we searched and again it looked as though the poor were really poor and the idle rich lived a life of lavish banquets and were having a wonderful time, while the poor old serfs were the oppressed and had to earn the rich their wealth. It seems nothing has changed much over the years.