Good judges

Both Dads took us in the school at 11.00. We warmed up in walk and trot and ran through Prelim 17 twice before the drizzle turned into an absolute deluge and we had to make a run for it. Inside we were dried off and had some minties.

We went out in our rain sheets and grazed for the afternon before coming in after the Cup Final. Dibby and I thought our rain-interrupted schooling sounded more exciting than the match. Cobs aren't bad judges.