Today has been vile – rain with constant storm force winds.  It is not freezing – now, there’s a plus, but it is definitely not nice out there.  First thing, Floss and I went out with the buckets and for once, turned back.  The wind was too strong and we couldn’t reach the old horses and ponies who were huddling down the bottom of the field looking utterly miserable.  They did have rugs on, though.  The field was slowly flooding too.

Floss did, however, get to the Shetland ponies and they ate their food quickly and left to huddle somewhere.

These days, I can’t make a decision about anything. My brain is fairly addled with painkillers so I phoned Daisy and described the situation.   We decided that, if possible, everyone should come inside.

Floss and I kitted up and went out.  We managed to open the shed big door, Floss opened the gate and shouted. First up was Vitamin who trotted determinedly by and put herself into the shed, followed pretty swiftly by Fivla and then the three big ones.  Grim determination on their faces.

We quickly de-rugged and put them in their stalls.  No one rolled first, which was kind (I hate a sandy rug, it makes me feel ick).  Surprisingly, all were totally dry underneath.  We have had nearly 0.8cm of rain today.  The rugs had done their job very well.  I am impressed.

Next was the turn of the Shetland ponies. I said they could come in if we could see them.  Poor things were all huddled like soggy orphans. I caught Waffle (ring leader) and led him a circuitous route to the shed (avoiding deep puddles and new rivers).  Everyone dutifully followed like a troupe of little circus ponies.  When things are rough, follow Muzzah. Floss also had the inspirational thought to also shut the door to the sheep shed so no one could muddy the waters there.

I think this was a wise decision.  Bloomin’ good rugs, though.