This morning started well.

(taken from my bedroom window as I was getting up)

But we all know that saying “red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning”.

Anyway we were being warned and we all knew this.

While Floss was kindly mucking out the Shetland ponies and OH was feeding the Ancient Icelandic horses, I was in my feed container organising what everyone would need for the next three days.  It was going to be difficult to get into the container during the storm.

I made various piles of Stuff I Would Need.

Then I got a wheelbarrow and piled it up with everything, taking it into the big shed where the horsevan lives, as well as the ponies.

I unpacked and decided where everything should go and made a mental note of what I had forgotten, going back to get it.

Floss said it looked like one of those mobile horsebox bars/coffee station or I could be selling hot dogs and ice cream.

Anyway, I had my first customers who were intrigued.  I said it was closed and quickly shut the ramp.  I hate keeping food in the same shed as ponies.  We nearly lost a horse, Fat Kob, that way when he spent his whole night trying to open a bin, and succeeding, scoffing a good pile of food that was not for him.  It very nearly killed him. He was lucky.  Never again, I said and we got the containers for that exact purpose.  But the van makes a good fortress today.

Floss and I have been out every couple of hours to check everyone, staying on top of the mucking out and haynets, etc.

The sheep have taken to their beds with the chickens.

It is not nice out there.  Not nice at all.