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- Guernseymuseum
- People in story:听
- MALCOLM WOODLAND
- Location of story:听
- Guernsey
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4008340
- Contributed on:听
- 05 May 2005
One day I was riding along on my bike and came to the end of the Grand Fort Bridge and I stopped as a German officer was coming towards me on his large horse. He told me to stop so I did. He wanted to know the way to the Bridge. Then he said 鈥淲ould you like a ride on the horse?鈥
鈥淣ot blooming likely!鈥
鈥淥h yes, you will be alright,鈥
He could speak English, and he lifted me up and put me on this horse. He said 鈥淲hen you get to the crossroads at the Braye Road, say stop, pull the rein and he will come back.鈥
So he put me on this blasted horse and I could see all over Brooklands, I had never been that high before. I went on this horse down to the end and turned it round but I must have kicked it because it started to trot, fortunately he stopped it. But I don鈥檛 like horses, and that was pretty scary.
MALCOLM WOODLAND
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