I’m still waiting for the camper but I suspect it went for the test today as when I called at the workshop it wasn’t there.
Ali and Darcy had new shoes.
Darcy and Carole. Carole is the one with the wellies on.
Ali is my favourite horse here. He’s seventeen hands and an ex policeman. He got the sack halfway through his policeman training for being a fool. He must have been very foolish. He is a bit skittish but only knocks me about gently, he doesn’t kick or bite; he nibbles a bit, that’s my fault I carry apples and carrots. I have been told a hundred times that they are not pets and that I’m not to feed them. Apparently it encourages them to search folk in their best bib and tucker at shows for food. He is a lovely lad. Alf used to play with him but we have discouraged such tomfoolery. It was bound to end in tears. Alf still takes him a stick to play with but Alf is a bit thick like Ali and can’t understand that dropping a stick in front of a horse doesn’t tempt it to play.
I had to go into town before the farrier had finished so missed the nailing on.
It’s been another cool but sunny day. Snow looks likely over the next few days so camper van allowing I’ll head up onto Rannoch Moor for some winter landscapes.
Have a great weekend.