Despite raining all day and being thoroughly dreich, I decided to go and check the Minions taking the horse-van for a run. The chaps were standing in the far corner of the field over the burn (stream).
But I showed them my pocketful of carrots and they duly stirred.
Lilja was their leader.
And the others followed in dribs and drabs.
Well, everyone except for Waffle, so I threw his carrot over to him.
Once checked, noseys duly kissed, more carrots dished out, pocketses emptied, pocketses confirmed to be empty, I left them all to it and walked back down the hill.
Of course I was followed – Newt and Storm having a quick game en route.
Albie was very determined to come home with me. He would sit in the van, if he could.
I said goodbye at the gate feeling, as usual, incredibly guilty that they had a fine field, full of hill grass, fresh water and friends. How they suffer.
And my van? Well, what I thought had been clever off-road parking turned out to be one wheel now wedged in the ditch and I was totally stuck.
Dammit! Luckily the postie was passing and, as he was going next door to the mill, he told them of my plight and they brought a tractor and rope around to tow me out. Huge thanks to Jamiesons Mill. On a useful note, I was shown the van’s towing point and the location of the tool box. I never knew I had one.
Next home and I spent my afternoon making a sheeple to feel better.
However, I am not sure that I do feel better. I feel rather embarrassed about the van. Hey ho. Live and learn. I’m not having much luck with vehicles these days.