Very few things in Minjup can be described as "regular".
Except in the sense that Chopper and Spookie are regulars at the pub, with beer o'clock set right on the tick of 5pm.
Even the twice daily 252 to Blyton departs (variably) early in order to avoid the inconvenience of passengers.
No, most things here are but semi-regular, as befits a place liminal between town and country.
One thing I've noticed occurring on such a sporadically regular basis (if that's not oxymoronic) is: just as the sun begins to set, I hear a steady clip-clop on the roadway outside as a young lady of (I would guess) some 25 summers -- and an almost equal number of winters -- trots by on her horse.
This young lady has the longest ponytail I have ever seen on a human being.
And it bounces up and down (and slightly around) in exact synchrony with that of her mount.
Though hers is a golden blond while its equine twin is a darkish chestnut.

If ever Minjup is chosen to host the Lady Godiva pageant, she's our girl.
I'll be in the front row, ascertaining -- for purely ethno-anatomical purposes, you understand -- whether there's anything else of hers that bobs up and down (and slightly to and fro) in sync with the horse.

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