We woke up to this!
Snow. There was a blizzard first thing. Real fat snow-flakes blowing past the window as I got up and got dressed. My heart fell. We could all really do without this.
And then as quickly as the snow appeared, it vanished which was lucky as I really did not feel like battling with in the “deep and crisp and even”.
So, after we had fed everyone at Thordale, been for a bimble (ride when Iacs/aka Mr Bimble is present), Flossie and I drove over to Lyradale so Flossie could say her good-byes.
Flossie is going back up to Oxford for her last term and finals (everything is now crossed).
Where has the time gone? So quickly.
As Flossie’s pony, Fivla has always been very special.
They both go a long way back and have always been the best of friends. They understand each other and had many conversations together.
So, Flossie said her goodbyes and we all wish her the best of luck for the coming weeks of torture, exams and hell.
I think Fivla is looking well and almost the right shape now.