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- Guernseymuseum
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- MALCOLM WOODLAND
- Location of story:Ìý
- Guernsey
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- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4008340
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- 05 May 2005
One day I was riding along on my bike and came to the end of the Grand Fort Bridge and I stopped as a German officer was coming towards me on his large horse. He told me to stop so I did. He wanted to know the way to the Bridge. Then he said “Would you like a ride on the horse?â€
“Not blooming likely!â€
“Oh yes, you will be alright,â€
He could speak English, and he lifted me up and put me on this horse. He said “When you get to the crossroads at the Braye Road, say stop, pull the rein and he will come back.â€
So he put me on this blasted horse and I could see all over Brooklands, I had never been that high before. I went on this horse down to the end and turned it round but I must have kicked it because it started to trot, fortunately he stopped it. But I don’t like horses, and that was pretty scary.
MALCOLM WOODLAND
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