Apparently Daisy and Flossie (sisters) have been privately communicating. This, in itself, is extraordinary as they have spent many years with swords ready.
Daisy asked Floss if she could go and take some photos of the horses for her as she misses them. You should know that I always offer Daisy the opportunity to take one with her when she goes off to university each term. In my humble opinion, Lyra would’ve fitted in her bedroom, no problem and I doubt anyone would notice in a student house.
So off Flo went into the field, armed with my camera to see if she could accomplish this for her dearest sister. I must say her photos are very good and she definitely has “the eye”.
So here you are, Daisy, fill yer boots, as we say, and enjoy the photos of your silly frilly, your wild stallion and the Comtois that seems to have appeared from nowhere. I am rather ashamed of Klængur’s shape. It has only taken a year and he is hugely fat. He did not arrive that shape and appears to have eaten all the pies. Never mind. Perhaps it will slow him down when I get on him in the dim and distant future.
And, Daisy, just in case you were asking, BeAnne is very well doing what she does best – trip me up by lying beside me at all times. Jack is, well, Jack. His language has not improved nor his disposition at bedtime. Loki is trying very hard to be one with the sofa and he is much improved around the others.
I saw Wu yesterday and he dribbled with happiness on my head as he stood at the window in the bathroom. He is maintaining a good grudge against Loki and remains unforgiving in his loathing of all things canine.
We all miss you, Daisy, but keep plodding on and it will all be worth it, I promise.