Anyone had the pleasure of nearly having your head stoved in by a horse while sat in a M3W. Just curious that's all.
We have quite a lot of the horsey types where I live and I suppose they, the horses, are not used to seeing or hearing the Biscuit Tin, so they do a little dance.
Being the considerate soul that I am I switch off the engine. How-ever the rider still looks at me as though I am something nasty he has trod on.
I firmly believe horses belong in the fields and not on the Queen's highway, especially when the said horses dump all over the road.
