Moist
It's been a bit damp, today. It was supposed to stop by about 10am, but actually we had very heavy, soaking drizzle until about noon and then occasional showers for the rest of the day.
Mike was in France for the first part of the day, so I was on my own doing the horses (and gossiping with Mrs Next Door; she really needs to give up a bad job and find a new bloke, poor thing). When I'd done, and had lunch, and the rain was showing no signs of stopping I brought the horses back in and fed them hay: the field's getting a bit worryingly sodden, and it's very muddy near the gate, so it seemed like a good plan. Mike's in London tomorrow, but on Thursday I think we'll have to rig up a fence across the middle so that they have to stay at the top.
After he got back, we had a quick ride: I don't like having them cooped up inside, and if we'd left it until tomorrow then I'd have had to ride both of them. GB was a good boy for a rather weary Mike. Bugs was being a good boy for me (if his usual lazy self at first) but then, between the first and second canters, suddenly started tossing his head about as though he was really irritated. If it hadn't been November, I'd have said he had a horsefly on his face. As it is November, the only thing I can think of is that it had just started to rain a bit, and either he really doesn't like working in the rain or he thought the drops were flies. Either way, I decided safe was better than sorry and cancelled the second canter.
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Mike was in France for the first part of the day, so I was on my own doing the horses (and gossiping with Mrs Next Door; she really needs to give up a bad job and find a new bloke, poor thing). When I'd done, and had lunch, and the rain was showing no signs of stopping I brought the horses back in and fed them hay: the field's getting a bit worryingly sodden, and it's very muddy near the gate, so it seemed like a good plan. Mike's in London tomorrow, but on Thursday I think we'll have to rig up a fence across the middle so that they have to stay at the top.
After he got back, we had a quick ride: I don't like having them cooped up inside, and if we'd left it until tomorrow then I'd have had to ride both of them. GB was a good boy for a rather weary Mike. Bugs was being a good boy for me (if his usual lazy self at first) but then, between the first and second canters, suddenly started tossing his head about as though he was really irritated. If it hadn't been November, I'd have said he had a horsefly on his face. As it is November, the only thing I can think of is that it had just started to rain a bit, and either he really doesn't like working in the rain or he thought the drops were flies. Either way, I decided safe was better than sorry and cancelled the second canter.
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