19/06/2025
What a difference in a week! From heavy rainstorms to glorious sun 🌞
My family weren't horsey until I came along. As soon as I could walk and talk I apparently nagged relentlessly to learn to ride. My parents caved when I was 5 and I started riding lessons, and by aged 10 I was fortunate enough to have my own pony. What no-one taught me until it was too late, was that horses just KNOW when you have plans that don't involve them. They then pick those moments, particularly when you're short of time, to participate in rare events like hurting themselves or going on a jaunt.
So last Thursday morning, this lot opened a gate tied with baler twine, closed it again, and took themselves across 3 fields to park themselves somewhere they shouldn't be. I was meant to be getting ready to go out but instead found myself working out if I had enough time to reverse their decision. I decided that I'd leave them where they were, the only hitch being that the trough had been well utilised by birds. So instead of having a shower in a bathroom, I was scrubbing out a seagull's bathtub. In a thunderstorm. Drenched was an insufficient description! 🤦♀️😆
I then walked across to this lot, who were busy with their own jobs. Totally unbothered! It was literally p-ing it down as I took this photo, and they couldn't care less about the storm, or making me swear. Luckily I've had some practice at disaster management, so despite the extra jobs, I wasn't even late!
And here we are a week later, in glorious weather, the hay about to be made, and all is forgiven. I still love horses ❤️ Just! 😉
