Bridleway? What bridleway?

The reason Rash is looking a little cheesed off might have something to do with where we took himself and Pads today. Thinking a little roadwork would not be out of order we headed for the cut through onto the road. It is an official bridleway, signposts and all. The start was less than auspicious with nettles up to their shoulders, but it's usually ok that way, so we persevered. Unfortunately we persevered past the point of no return. Having ploughed our way through ever higher nettles, we found we could go no further, so we had to ride through a potato field. Paddy was not a happy boy as he sank up to his hocks several times. We finally found a footpath, which although not ideal, was definitely the lesser of two evils.
Sincerely hoping the Ridgeway is better maintained than this, as we might not have survived the experience with ballgowns to contend with as well.
We made it home safely in the end and I don't think the boys were too traumatised after all. Our dogs (who will not be accompanying us on the ride due to a complete inability to understand the command 'come here you little ******') were wondering where we'd got to though.
Apropos of yesterday's post. Alex is worried that his beer belly is somewhat prominent.... what does anyone think?