Severe Gale, Force 9 out there, gusting 63 mph if my calculations and conversions are right. Anyway, the horses are sheltering at the bottom of the valley, going out and looking for grass during the lull.
I went for a drive round to look at the waves which I hoped would be spectacular. They were. The took my breath away, though I stayed in the car as it was safest.
After that, I drove to Sandness to see “les boys” who were happily ignoring the outdoors and just eating as per usual. Hammy saw me and came over for a chat. For a wet and a weed (aka Fotherington-Thomas), he is doing very well this winter. I doubt we will have to rug him.
Charles Buttons Esq was committing the most heinous of crimes. Leaning on the fence. I shouted at him.
So, in return, he did his village-idiot face, which makes me laugh every time. To think that certain folk were running after us at a certain show waving wads of cash at us to buy that pony. Seems like an age away now.
I hung around for a few minutes taking photos. They are all comedians in this field and I left with a huge smile. I wish it hadn’t been quite so windy or I would’ve gone in and said hello properly but it was verging on dangerous outside so I remained in the car shouting ineffectually at Charles.
Indy is happy with his little group. That is the most important thing. No Thordale horses ever live on their own and, even if Hammy never achieves great things ridden or driven, while we have Indy, he can be his BFF (best friend forever). So Hammy does have a purpose, just perhaps not the one we originally intended.