It is a fact universally acknowledged, that the British are obsessed with the weather.
I make no apologies for this because today was utterly revolting and I am obsessed. It is very wet out there (and indoors). We have 7.65 inches of rain in just January alone.
In my first set of clothes of the morning, I filled bowls, put the horses in the field to eat and then went to feed the Minions, change rugs and put down shavings in the stalls.
By the time I came back, only Iacs was there, waiting for me. The others had all galloped down the hill to eat, which I don’t think was very kind but they were very determined not to have a “Duvet Day”. Some horses don’t want to live in stables.
Poor Iacs. He was very disconsolate. I brought him inside, gave him a haynet, soaked his hoof and dry poulticed it. Although he is now not lame, I thought he would be better off in the shed with his haynet.
I then went in and had a complete change of wardrobe.
Then huzzah, there was a brief lull in the gale from the torrential rain.
While OH was walking Loki, I grabbed Jack and took him for his sedentary wander up the track.
I was doing my best not to let Jack wander into the over-flowing stream (he is deaf and blind) and I was just thinking how lucky we were to have this brief lull in the weather, when it started pouring down again.
So that was another change of clothes.
There are pony rugs draped over chairs, a survival suit hanging from a nail in the ceiling, every chair in the kitchen has a coat dripping onto the floor. I don’t think I have any dry clothes left now.