The day had arrived for me to do something very Rolf Harris. I was to be completing a crucial piece of filming and this rather ambitiously involved a horse.
His name was Duncan and I would like to say we are now friends, but this rather large brown horse appeared less than impressed as I donned his back - dressed in a hunt jacket and carrying a horn and whip - only to try and get into the perspective of the master huntsman - don't be too critical yet.
Anyway I was to interview an ex-master of the hunt at a riding school, on Duncan the ex-carriage horse, with a large mic in hand.
This was a complicated procedure I must admit.
It may be surprising to hear I have been on a horse before, back in my early teens I was quite the trotter, but unfortunately when adolescence hit it all became a bit painful if you get my drift.
I told the lady, Sarah, whilst aboard Duncan:
"Imagine I'm the master of the hunt!"
"I'm trying," she replied.
I thought I was doing an adequate job, apparently not.
"What should I be doing now?"
Sarah explained various procedures and then I attempted to interview her about the trials and tribulations of this 'sport'.
Luckily my friend, Daniel Thomas, camerman for the hour, had 'worked on a farm for 5 years', and this was his explanation for not falling over like many of my other helpers. But Dan is from Somerset after all.
Duncan, my horse, was less forgiving, often suddenly reaching his head down to the grass like it was Christmas time on the ground. This caused me to jolt several times during the interview and appear slightly out of control.
At the end, I suggested I ride off into the distance, and this did seem to all involved quite a lot to ask.
Sarah laughed, I soon saw why. Duncan was a little stubborn - he simply would not go faster than approximately 2MPH.
My final words caught on camera were:
"Come on Duncan, let's go." And then a shout out for advice:
"How DO you get this horse to trot?"
All very tame.
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