The cob bucked and bucked, till his backbone resembled a bow tightly strung, his four legs meeting under him - and he fairly screamed with rage because he could not unseat his rider, who sat on him with hands well down, as calmly as if he were taking a morning canter in the Row.

They came on horseback across the plains.

I have been toying with the idea of starting my own business.

As the project came to an end, it was all a bit of a kick bollocks scramble.