I retrieve the water bottle and blindfold and step out. The woman kindly encircles Big Fella’s head with the cloth and pushes down on his shoulders. Big Fella kneels in response and the woman shows me where to insert the plastic straw around the bit. I spend a few moments watering my steed. He gulps greedily.
“Water is very important. You’ll find that a pony is much more eager to run for you with a full bladder,” she advises.
She reattaches Big Fella’s p***s ring and laughs softly.
“He’s a big one. Years ago, Lady Constance was rarely seen without him. Now he spends most of his time in pasture, so it’s nice to see him again.”
She gives his testicles a gentle pat and we move to the porch. There I am introduced to a half dozen Bagandan women. All are very experienced, mainly working the
