Munnings finding the recalcitrant pair, Bob and Shrimp, with the entourage at the foot of Ringland Hills he remonstrated with them giving a running kick to Shrimp's behind , he continues :-

  " Anyhow it might have been worse. The van,cart and ponies were safely there, and after hearing all the cursing and blaming of each other, I had now to set out and find where we could shut the ponies in some enclosure, for, once on those hills, they could stray anywhere.  At the thatched Lodge of the  Park nearby I was told that the meadows alongside the Road belonged to the Ringland Parish Council..........I found out the right folk and bargained for the weekly rent of the two meadows.
     Before I left them a wood-fire was blazing and they were cooking steak with onions and potatoes bought on the road.  These two- Bob and Shrimp - lived like lords for weeks at very little expense; and nobody made such tea.
    I mounted and rode off to the less tasty though excellent dinner awaiting me at the Falcon........ My headquarters were at the Falcon, with my mare to carry me to and fro to the hills and my work.
    Best of all, the models-- men and ponies--were on the spot as long as I wished to stay.
   ........the very next morning I was out  at Ringland..........and within an hour or so Shrimp was posing on the white mare against the yellow gorse.
    From then, for weeks onwards, I worked with little disturbance, free and happy on those hills.  After painting awhile, the beauty of the gorse and sunlight on the ponies became a problem and a joy.  Days flew by. Two or three good efforts pointed the way to a larger subject........a fifty by forty canvas was pulled up the hills  on the summit of which I was working in a sort of gravelly holllow.
  I revelled  in painting on that sandy brow ( see the two white horses )  What the occasional  passer-by thought of us from below never struck me.  Nobody cared, and I was at peace.
    One of the paintings grew into a picture  entitled   "The Coming Storm"   which was hung in the Academy after the First World War .........It was bought, on the walls of the Academy, for the National Gallery of New South Wales for eight hundred and fifty pounds.
    A romantic background of tents and fair, a drove of passing horses, Shrimp riding the white mare and leading the the other white pony was the principal mass of light on the picture, showing against a dark, threatening sky.
    My finished or unfinished pictures were placed in an outhouse of a round thatched lodge at one of the far entrances to the wooded parklands of Costessey Hall.  The collection grew on the white-washed walls week after week, and was looked at and cared for by an invalid friend Heslop, who was delicate asnd stayed there in the lodge for his health.
       I worked from the beginning of May until the middle of July at Costessey and Ringland.
    At last came the morning for our depature.  The caravan loaded with pictures and belongings, drawn as before by the two white ponies, rumbled out on to the road, followed by the other ponies - the packed cart bringing up the rear.  The expedition was ended.  With myself in the lead, we left Ringland, said goodbye to the landlord at the Falcon on the way, making for the headquarters at Swainsthorpe by a cross-country road, and thus avoiding Norwich.
 
   Quotation from 'An Artist's Life' by Sir Alred Munnings K.C.V.O.
  Museum Press Ltd.  1950