My naughtiest pony – she was called Tor, or Bath Tor Royal in full. She was a very pretty dark bay Dartmoor pony and thought a lot of herself. I had saved for a long time and bought her to drive, something I had always wanted to do. She lived in a field across the road from our house and made it her duty to escape on a daily basis. I sat in secret one day, behind a large tree, to try and work out how she was doing it. She would get down on her knees and edge forward under the barbed wire fence to get to the grass on the other side. She looked so pleased with herself that I could do nothing but laugh! This was life before mobile phones so sadly, no photographic evidence! #my #dartmoor #pony #childhoodmemories #love #nostalgia