Cooler today. Out in the field again - me in my purple New Zealand and Dibby in my lightweight rain rug. Other Dad went to look for suitable extra rugs for Dibby - waterproof but not so warm as our normal winter rugs but without success. He will try elsewhere over the next few days.
Dad had intended to ride me after attending to our stables this afternoon but the school was tied up and then there were big machines clearing the muck heap as it grew darker, and he gave up and we had our tea. So we have our lesson arranged for tomorrow morning without any practice this week. Dad says its fingers crossed. Cobs however aren't ones for superstition and prefer to behave as circumstances dictate.