Last night I lay in bed and listened, for what felt like all night, to the wind and rain howling and crashing down outside. All I could think was that the horses would be suffering horribly as it sounded so violent. By the time it was morning, I was convinced we would be met with dead horses everywhere.
I told the troops (aka Daisy and Flossie) that we would bring whoever was left alive inside to rest and eat their hay. The boys went into the stable (Daisy’s problem) and the old men and girls into the indoor school.
Of course, they were all absolutely fine and wondering what all the fuss was about. Being Icelandic horses, they probably thought it was a normal Icelandic summer!
My lot had their breakfast – everyone gets the barest nothing apart from Haakon and Iacs who have their TurmerAid.
Haakon had been wearing his new no-fill waterproof rug last night and was, incredibly, absolutely dry. This is the most amazing rug. It works! The first one ever that is properly waterproof.
And then, because they were in the sand school, everyone finished their food and decided to roll. Iacs started it. The school is large but yet he had to roll behind Haakon and preferably under his back legs too.
I mean who does this? Iacs does. That’s who.
Haakon politely stepped to one side to let the idiot finish and we agreed that Iacs stands for “I Am Completely Stupid”.
The others chose more sensible places to roll. So we tied up five haynets, put out lots of buckets of water and left them all to eat and rest while they wondered why we had brought them inside.
