I am left wondering what bright spark in our local council made the decision to move the ponies in Hastings' Country Park to a new field, closer to human habitation, late in the afternoon on November 5th. When I walked past after dark at 6pm the ponies were galloping around an unfamiliar field in terror, against a back drop of bright flashing lights and loud bangs, cracks, whizzes and whooshes.
The field in which they were originally, was sufficiently distant from the fireworks that they would probably have been unconcerned. It was down right cruelty to move them at this time. I wonder what was so urgent that it couldn't have waited until next week?
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