A grey, rainy Monday

After a rainy night the morning was just as bad. Other
Dad came and put us out to graze in our rugs. I think Dad was irritated, since he gave us the day off yesterday and wanted to school this morning... but there you go.


Dad dealt with the stables and, since the rain had not abated, went home without riding. He came back at about 4.00 to get us in. Cricket decided to try and barge past when he first tried to get me out but backed off by the time he tried again.

Inside, we were thoroughly groomed and our hooves were treated with Tecsin before being put in our stable and given tea. Dad said he found it a form of slavery, but that's the way we cobs like it.