The Horse, the Car, and the consequential get away...

My driving instructor told me to pull over at the side of the road. I had just had a few shots at speeding along the country road at 40 miles per hour, and was pretty pleased with myself at being able to change through gears without any problems at all. I had been enjoying my Thursday drive, mainly because I was finding my chances to cruise along a lot of fun. I was finding driving on roads a lot more fun than driving figure of eights around a muddy Moto X car park, in fact, which on reflection isn't surprising.
"Let's park over there and we'll talk through tackling junctions," my instructor said.
So I did.
We stopped by a field with two horses in it and my instructor took out several sheets and started guiding me through the different types of junction and how to deal with them, and so forth. It was warm in the car; the windows were wound down to let the cool, crisp, country air in.
Then suddenly, we found we had company.
The two horses, appearing to be friendly and curious, had trotted over to the fence, and one was now stretching it's head and neck over the fence and poking it's nose in through the half-open car window!
Fortunately, both myself and my instructor like horses, so we stroked its muzzle, at which point the horse must've decided it didn't like the instructor and attempted to bite her.
Then, on missing, began to bite the window of the car door as a replacement.
Suddenly it was craning it's neck to advance on my instructor, who promptly said, "I think this would be a good time to move a little bit?"
I laughed as the horse tried to nuzzle her, and then realised that yes, maybe it was a good time to move.
Suddenly my instructor leaned back and said, "Drive Sarah, drive!"
So it was down with the clutch, into first, apply the gas, bring clutch up (less hastily this time) handbrake off, gas, clutch up, and away down the road, all in the space of a few seconds flat, just to avoid getting eaten by an overly-curious horse.
We pulled over again by some bushes, and burst out laughing.
Typical; second lesson and I become a get away driver, from a large mammal with a vice for chewing car doors apart.
Well, after the excitement and a short breather, it was time to continue with junctions, driving round tight bends, cruising along Pluscarden road (another country road for those who don't know where Pluscarden is) and learning to "crawl" and "peep" in first gear at busy junctions.
And all of it went pretty damned well! I'm yet to stall, that's one thing.
I thought my first driving lesson was fun, but in comparison with this week's, it was easy going!

Tune in next time for more banterful tales from the world behind the steering wheel.
Until those next lessons (there's two next week) I'll be able to regale you with stories from Red Cross, as this weekend I know I have a couple of what could potentially be interesting events.