They're back

Neither Dad visited Dibby or me on Friday afternoon, all day Saturday or for most of Sunday. Dad had said they were going to Wales - but this didn't mean much to me.

Anyway after two sleeps and two and a half long grazes, we were back in our stables on Sunday night. We had eaten our haylage and not much was happening, when they both turned up. This was very nice because they made a fuss of us and gave us minties as well as a groom, skipping out our stables and topping up the haylage and water.

So all was well; cobs do like a happy ending.