We fed our last bale of hay to the horses this morning – because of the harsh weather over the past few days, we used more than we’d anticipated.
This morning I jumped into the van, having checked there was a good supply of hay in town first, only to find again that the van was dead. The battery. So, once jump-started, off I hobbled, equipped with jump-leads just in case!
My first stop in town was the garage who kindly checked the battery and replaced it. I even got to see my old car – the one that died in England a few months’ back when I was visiting my mother. It is still lives at the garage with its undiagnosed mystery problems. *** sigh ***.
Then off to the hay merchants.
I waited in a queue gazing at my quarry.
It was very cold.
The van was filled to the brim with the request of “as many as you can, please”. I got 18 bales. Happy days.
Feeling much relieved, and far better equipped for this winter weather, I drove home, stopping to take a photo of Whiteness Voe looking stunning.
Definitely an equine version of a pot of gold in my van.
With a nasty snow-storm on the way, we got home safely and I am having a nice well-earned cup of tea.