I am washing, ironing and packing to go south for a while. Needs must and it is always good to get a change of scene for some thinking.
While the washing machine is red hot and I dusted off the iron, I went outside to see Taktur was queuing up to do some training.
He always looks beautiful, no matter what and he has such enviable presence.
I am not used to seeing this grace and natural elegance in a young stallion.
Try as I might, I just cannot put more weight on Taktur at the moment. I have to constantly remind myself that he is only just 6 years old and still growing hopefully in every direction.
Icelandic horses are slow maturers.
I called Taktur over to throw a few carrots over the fence at him…..
…. and we had a little chat. Me explaining that I had to go south and I expected him to look after everyone, big and small.
Taktur, for all his young years, is a very responsible chap and I know everyone is in safe hands – Daisy and Bjørn will also be around to keep an eye.
I will miss my little herd. London and Reading do not offer me these luxuries but it will be nice to be warm (summer is south) and to catch up with my family again.
Sometimes, I just need to go back. It is very good for my perspective on life.