A few weeks ago I ended up walking up and down my street holding a fully tackled-up horse which I had discovered wandering down the road. It is an ordinary street near the centre of a small town. It is a terrace, with some student rentals but mainly privately owned and occupied.
Yesterday I stepped out of the front door and a car tyre came to a halt at my feet. It was dark so I couldn't see where it had come from. At first I wondered - this wondering happened very quickly - if a car was going to follow and my life was going to end crushed against my own front door.
On examination the tyre was brand new and stuffed with newspaper. Must have come off a trailer or the back of a truck or something. Anyone out there arrived home without a new tyre?
Weird.
The horse had dumped a rider on Newbold Common and continued along the bridle way until it ran out at the back of our house on the Campion Hills. The police told me that later.
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