Easter Holiday with my Dad

One day at Easter time I went to a farm up North with my dad. The farm belonged to my Dad’s ex boss. The farm was in Warkworth.

First we went in the house. Next we went outside to ride the pony called Richard. I rode him down the driveway outside.

Then we went back up to home. The pony ride was bumpy. The pony was black and white. It felt soft. It was good and nice to me, but scary to me too because I had not been on it before.