How I nearly died in Cornwall.

Earlier this year I went away for a week in Cornwall.

When the weather is right, like it was, there is no better place to be.

One afternoon, I decide to do something  I hadn't done for years.

I went for a horse ride.

It took me a while to get to grips with the beast, stuff like getting comfy in the saddle, the proper length of the reins and getting the rhythm. but, I was doing ok.

Then suddenly, I lost my balance and I'm sure the horse dipped and tried to throw me off.

Anyway, I couldn't hold on any longer and I fell off.

I hit the ground with such a thump that I thought I had broken every bone in my body.

But, it got worse, I would have been OK, but somehow, my foot got stuck in the bloody stirrup.

No matter what I tried, it was no use, the horse dragged me and kept going at a relentless pace and didn’t stop.

I thought I was a gonner, I was yelling and screaming for help and for it to stop, some people who had children with them, just stopped and stared and I was screaming at them to get out of the way.

I was sure I was going to die.

To this day, I'm sure I would have been brown bread if it weren’t for the arcade manager who came out and unplugged the machine.

I did asked for my £1 back, but no luck there.

Bloody dangerous if you ask me.

Happy betting

Paul

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