So, yesterday, I said I thought I would put the Shetland ponies back on the track again, but only giving them a very small section.

I think they heard me and were waiting, all ready to go.

So I opened the gate and off they went.

To start with they thought this was great.

And then they walked the boundaries, the rather tight boundaries.

It didn’t take very long.

They walked backwards and forwards and then they realised. I am sure I heard words like “is this it?”  I replied that indeed this was it and they should count themselves very lucky that I had even thought they could return after what happened last year (they broke out for two days and resulting in tragedy).

Fivla and Vitamin then said they wanted to join the herd too so I let them into the field.  Fivla sensibly walked down to the track while Vitamin galloped off into the old field, losing everyone and then wondering where a) they were and b) where she went wrong!

I led her back to join the herd on the track system so she could enjoy the general mood of being very unimpressed.

And then I left them all to it, possibly so I couldn’t hear the complaints, and went to town for lunch with a friend.

Funnily enough when I got home, I found all the ponies were standing by their container paddock at 14.30 looking fed up and bored, which is exactly what I wanted.