Marty and the Birthday Expedition
It was my birthday on Saturday and I had no idea how to celebrate. Ben had suggested that we go away somewhere, but to be honest I’ve spent so much
It was my birthday on Saturday and I had no idea how to celebrate. Ben had suggested that we go away somewhere, but to be honest I’ve spent so much
As mentioned in last week’s post, I worried about keeping Marty entertained now that he’s back on our set-up. Part of my attempts to make things more interesting included trying out some of
So since last week’s post, Marty has moved back onto the livery yard where we keep our horses. This is a shame as I felt that set-up was ideal for him,
When I wrote my ‘final chapter‘ post a little over two weeks ago, it was with the assumption that Marty would not come home again. The plan had been for him to
Ben and I went down to visit Marty last weekend, as Anna wanted Ben’s help to work on haltering. When I was last there, she had me in the round
I want to preface this by explaining that this is a decision I have spent the past year deliberating on. It occurred to me, after making the announcement earlier this
After the second day at Mule School, I had a bad dream. In it, Marty needed his feet trimming but our EP, Emma, was unavailable; so I – for some
Earlier this week I was disappointed to see a house in the village with a whole bunch of helium balloons bobbing outside – disappointed, because it would have been an excellent thing
The herd moved fields again yesterday, and as Ben is away this weekend – and all our fencing was already in use – that meant I had to play musical equines.
It feels like summer has suddenly bloomed. A bridleway, which I last cycled down five days ago, has impetuously lined its already narrow track with handlebar-height nettles – prompting me to