It’s been a busy couple of days for me. I arrived in Kinross yesterday and had a relaxing evening over food and a few lagers. I needed the relaxing as I had to fill the camper water tank from the outside tap. The inside tap for the outside tap is inside the stables next to Bravoir’s loose box. I was rooting about in the gloom when he did that blowing thing horses do right on the back of my neck. I was damn close to crapping myself. I did remonstrate, I told him he was a silly ‘orse. I then got knocked this way and that while he checked my pockets for anything of interest.
Today was hair cut day for the dogs. I could do with one as well but I’ve decided to grow mine. Not on the top as it hasn’t grown there since my early twenties. I suspect the comb over will come back into fashion or at least I’m hoping it will. My hair is long enough for a blow over. The blow over looks more natural. It also looks a little Einsteinish.
I also got a full shoulder of lamb for Easter Sunday Eve. Scottish butchers don’t piss about I have an eighth of a sheep. I’ll set to tomorrow and make a Big Lancashire Hotpot from the neck and it’s front leg. The rest I’ll slow roast for hours on a bed of Garlic, shallots, parsnip and carrot. When it’s done I’ll shred it onto a bed of Rocket leaves and sprinkle it. With Pomegranate seeds and juice, fresh mint chopped and soaked in dilute lemon juice, a few big green olives quartered and a handful of that really posh, wet, Feta cheese. It will be much better than eating an Easter Bunny. To accompany the sheep I think a simple side plate of green salad and little crispy roast potatoes. I’ll do the potatoes in good Yorkshire Rape seed oil. Healthy eating is what I'm known for
Easter Sunday is busy here. If it’s vaulting I’ll take some snaps, if it’s dressage I’ll take a couple of strobes. ‘orses react beautifully to flash guns. I have this little fetish, I quite like posh totty in their best ‘bib and tucker’ covered in sand, ‘orse muck, bits of rubber tyre; they look very nice dishevelled. I’m not allowed to flash at them. If it’s dressage I’ll watch the boxed set of this years party political conferences. Even I can make ‘orses take big steps and little ones and turn around. Not in the order judges expect I'll be the hundredth to admit. The dogs yesterday snuffling for shell fish. They only have to find a cockle or better still a mussel. It keeps them amused for ten minutes chomping the shell and licking out the middle.
I was going to save this for tomorrow but what the hell.
Have a great holiday and remember you are celebrating the resurrection and not the crucifixion. Not nice at all are those Italians in their bad moments.
If I don’t get any snaps tomorrow have a great weekend.