A traditional wagon, a flatulent horse, and steep Welsh roads… what could go wrong?
In an early iteration of slow tourism, John Sandilands and his wife took to the open road in the Observer in 1971, with a horse ominously called Fireball and a ‘gaily painted’ traditional wagon, courtesy of the Welsh Romany Caravan Company. ‘Gentle and picturesque’? Absolutely. Relaxing? No.
‘Previous experience of horses is not necessary, but it is useful,’ the brochure said, with casual understatement. Without any, and after only a brief run-through of the basics from a laconic Mr Thomas, the couple were unleashed on the back roads of Mid Wales with a list of instructions to roam as they (or Fireball) fancied.
Continue reading… A traditional wagon, a flatulent horse, and steep Welsh roads… what could go wrong? In an early iteration of slow tourism, John Sandilands and his wife took to the open road in the Observer in 1971, with a horse ominously called Fireball and a ‘gaily painted’ traditional wagon, courtesy of the Welsh Romany Caravan Company. ‘Gentle and picturesque’? Absolutely. Relaxing? No.‘Previous experience of horses is not necessary, but it is useful,’ the brochure said, with casual understatement. Without any, and after only a brief run-through of the basics from a laconic Mr Thomas, the couple were unleashed on the back roads of Mid Wales with a list of instructions to roam as they (or Fireball) fancied. Continue reading… Travel, Life and style
