Nell: You can come down onto the beach now. The tide has gone out.
Me: Just so you know, Nell, I’m never doing that again.
Nell: Calm down. We’ve got the whole weekend before you have to ride home.
Me: As if riding a horse sheriff down the tiny Devon lanes wasn’t attention seeking enough, I had a whole entourage.
Nell: Stop exaggerating.
Me: I was followed by a wolf on a motorbike with a Labrador in the sidecar and two Labradors pulling a cart. One of whom was wearing a silver chain.
Nell: Our luggage had to go somewhere and David is the Mayor of Kingsbridge
Me: And why did The Cat decide to come with us?
Nell: It’s a huge Agatha Christie fan.
Me: Did it have to wear such a large feathered hat?
Nell: Yes.
Me: And ride with me?
Nell: It wasn’t going in the cart.
Me: People clapped.
Nell: I know. Wasn’t it delightful?
Me: They thought we were a travelling circus.
Nell: Yes, it was all quite hilarious.
Me: How I managed to get on to Trundle I’ll never know.
Nell: John Mane is very good at climbing steps.
Me: I saw my life flashing in front of me.
Nell: Don’t be so melodramatic.
Me: Sitting on top of a large horse crossing to Burgh Island on a sea tractor is not something I want to repeat.
Nell: As I told you before, it will only be for the return journey.
Me: Can’t we just wait for the tide to go out?
Nell: Why, when we can give so many people so much joy?
Me: I didn’t see many people, apart from the hotel staff.
Nell: You made the headlines in today’s Daily Growl. ‘Agatha Martin Rides In’. Want to see?
Me: No. Sorry.
