We went to a farm (Tunga) to visit one of Olga's great uncles. Tunga is just outside of the township in a very picturesque spot with the ski slopes just behind.
When we arrived the uncle was trying to round up a herd of horses to put them in a specific paddock...he was having a bit of trouble so Ross and Olga jumped out of the car to help. Farmer Ross made a desperate run and managed to stop the lead horse from taking the pack in the opposite direction...he was the star of the afternoon.
By the way horse is tender, lean and tasty, I have had horse curry, roasted leg of foal... and tonight horse goulash.