"Oh look, a horse!" I said to the horse, as I slowed down and prepared for equine shenanigans on a narrow lane. Horse gave obvious 'I'm not happy' indications, so I stopped. The horse seemed happier about this, and I stayed put so it could pass.
Except the horse decided to come and investigate. "She's only a baby," explained the rider, in that voice that dog-owners use to explain their slobbering hell-hound is only being friendly, "she hasn't seen one like that before.". Next thing I know I've got a horse's head in my lap (my left foot is still clipped in at this point, and I feared what might happen if I made a sudden loud clicking noise) having a good sniff of the chainset and Garmin. I
made like Lex with the X-Files torch and held still in the hope that I wouldn't get eaten.
Fortunately, I did not get eaten. I've no idea if horses can spread COVID-19 though, because it was rubbish at social distancing and wasn't wearing a mask.