The High Street was almost completely covered in droppings. The only way for me to negotiate it safely was to ride a horse of my own. I found grey one in a field back at the guest house. It didn’t take too long to catch, then I jumped on its back for a steady walk back into town. There on the links I caught up with my two friends and their mounts. They encouraged me to step up the pace into a canter. Then everything started to go wrong. It was all my fault for not tacking up properly.

Within moments I had slid off the back of “my” horse and it had disappeared into the distance. Then I lost my Joey D handbag. I ended up all alone on a dark, dirty beach, ashamed at my carelessness. My only hope of escaping this mess would be to pay very close attention to AC in the hope that he would take pity on me.