We all survived last night’s storm (Storm Floris) without casualties, either animal or building. It can’t have been pleasant for anyone outside – torrential rain, thunder rumbling and an unforgiving northerly wind but at least it was fairly warm.  Earlier, when I checked on everyone, making sure they were in their correct fields, put out haynets for those sheltering in the containers, it was midgey as hell outside.  The calm before the storm.  Two hours later, the world was crashing around us with a continuous Force 11 (74-82 mph, 119-133 km/h).

Little Miss Pepperpot is 100% well now. I have no idea what is going on.  You would never know she had a limp on any foot.  I think she should still have her x-ray, though.  I am swithering on this.

She spent most of her afternoon under my shed growling at someone. I have no idea who is living under there.

This is currently her favourite sport and, as long as I know where she is, I don’t mind.  She has never caught anything under there so I think they are fairly safe.

The stream flooded the field at both ends so I could only poo-pick this afternoon on one side.  I couldn’t get across but Pepper did, which just proves how well she is feeling.

She has a good leap on her fired by her Patterdale terrier determination.

It’s going to be pretty windy all week but I will try and stay strong on the haynet front.  My rule is the Shetland ponies only get hay if it is raining a lot as well.  Otherwise, I tell myself that they won’t blow away.