I think this will be the last of the sun we see for the foreseeable future.
The 24 hours are about to be horrendous.
I am not looking forward to the storm but I spent today going to the feed merchants, stocking up and preparing for the onslaught.
I called the girl/gelding herd up from their field and let them eat the tail-end of the bail.
While they were doing this, I was getting the stable and the big indoor school ready for its’ residents. Of course, there were endless offers of help and then much fending off of the helpers.
And then I found Lambie and howled with laughter! (I think he is looking very sheepish!)
He was happily wearing the saddle rack and was trying to wander about in his new fashion outfit. Sadly, the front legs kept catching on things.
Lambie, of course, was completely unperturbed. Is this a form of cross-dressing or should we just call him Lady BaBa!?
Once the girl/gelding herd were safely in their stable, I went over the hill to bring Kappi and Taktur home.
When I reached their gate, I realised I hadn’t brought a headcollar with me, so I opened the gate and hoped for the best. They wandered out (I was a tad nervous now).
But they didn’t need telling twice and made a beeline for home. (Phew).
Even waiting patiently by the gate, while I walked back home at a slightly slower speed.
They are very good boys and I know I am stupid to trust a stallion but really it would only be Kappi that buggered off into the hill, never Taktur.
Wish us luck (I am dreading this).