We spent this morning in the drizzle emptying the shed and stable of all Kolka’s previous owner’s horsey stuff, and she had a lot of stuff.  Everything.

Anyway, we brought it all home and I drove the van into the indoor school so I could empty everything in relative dryness and peace.  A place for everything and everything in its place, I heard echoing in my brain as I looked at the massive pile of stuff.

And obviously I had help, though Ted went swiftly indoors when he saw the bed I was offering.

He was unimpressed, though Monster happily made it his home.

Pepper and Monster entertained each other while I lugged everything out of the van.

And there was the inevitable “playing”. Pepper was mean but Monster was meaner. He got her hard when her back was turned and he meant it. I left them to it.  It is their war. Not mine.

And dear little Pepper was totally unphased by the cat beating her up.

She makes me smile with her enthusiasm and optimism.

It was a grudge match.

I could tell Pepper and Monster were bored keeping me company while I worked, so I left the van door open and that was a whole new world.

Amongst all the stuff I unpacked is a large pile of pony agility equipment which, in theory, would be fun to play with for the Minions but then the thought of Storm and a space hopper made me feel a little sick!  I will sell it to raise funds for Kolka’s medical needs.

And no one needs a pirate flag!  Not even Newt.