He’s done it again. The weeks go by with routine harp lessons, feeding the hens, cat and dogs – everything follows the same pattern with the same sounds. Then you wake up to an unusual sound. This was like what you would imagine a scarp/breakers yard to sound like. Ear splitting sounds of metal banging metal, wood splitting, dogs barking … and a donkey braying. A few seconds of panic and then you realise – its got to be Dodge. Scramble into clothes, get the ‘bribe’ bucket ready (peelings mixed in with pony nuts), shove your feet into wellies, unlock the doors and follow the noise. We had locked Dodge up in his winter stable as the rain was unrelenting the other night. He had smashed the door past the locks and then smashed the outer door open. Then he had decided to go back in and upset all the metal feed bins and ransack the last of the hay, neatly piled. Arghhhhh! He saw me coming and quickly slid the bar on the old metal garden gate with his nose to let himself onto the drive. I shook the bribe bucket enticingly which stopped him in his tracks then I had 2 seconds to get a head start, sprint across the farm yard and open the field gate before he galloped through the garden towards me. I dumped the bucket in the field entrance and dived into the hedge just as Dodge did his emergency stop to get his pony nuts (all four legs outstretched in front skidding on the mud). Chorus the harp gets an outing this week for an international corporate event – the sound of that harp is improving with every week so I am looking forward to it immensely.