Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud. I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies’ manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly...
Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud.
I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies’ manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly stand firm knowing it is the difference between me losing my boots while falling over or not! I wonder what curse words they know?
I saw something in the sky very briefly this morning while I was doing my last Christmas present and card distribution.
When I went passed the MInions’ field, I did my usual head and leg count.
As you can see, the muddy area is where the Minions come up for their breakfast. I’ve just had a great idea – I will put their bowls on the other side of the field where it is just grass and change them about every morning to avoid the mud. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Duh!
But I am barely talking to Little Herself. She went off to find polecats while I was feeding the ponies. I shouted and whistled for her as I was leaving but ended up having to clamber up the hill to get her to come home with me. She knows this was not A Good Thing but I do love the way she sits! She’s always done this.
And then there was the practice Christmas photo. Oh no.
Not our best.
So I gave up.
