Menege of Dreams

The school is built – and it’s brilliant!

I can not recommend M&S Plant Hire, from Ashwater, Devon highly enough! By the way, they’re nothing to do with the well known high street retailer with the same initials, or, or at least, I don’t think so. The man who did the lions share of the work, Mark, is one of the hardest working, and most conscientious people I have ever met. . . He didn’t just go the extra mile, he went whole extra marathon.

Got a little bit of cosmetic work to do, but the school is ready for use.

So today we introduced the horses to it. We didn’t do much, just walked them round a couple of times on each rein, just to get a feel, and a smell of, the place. The school is surfaced with sand and chopped rubber, and at the moment it does smell quite strong. All of them took to it really well, and Florence has the dubious honour of being the first to poo in it..

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll get to ride in it. I couldn’t be happier

Equinoctial Breeze

Happy Equinox everyone. This is the day when Summer turns to Autumn. Yes I know, in this neck of the woods we appear to already have skipped Autumn, and gone straight into winter, or at least the monsoon season. Nevertheless, from today until the rebirth of the year at the Winter Solstace there will be increasingly more hours of darkness, and fewer daylight hours. This is always a difficult and challenging time for those of us living with RP as one of the first symptoms to manifest itself is night blindness. Thankfully I’m beyond all that now. The amount of light available, or lack of it, makes no difference. I can’t see regardless.

For us here at Alberts Bungalow though, today is important for another reason.Not only is this the the anniversary of Leomie going over to Melissa to be assessed, but, it’s also one year ago today that Breeze joined us.

What a difference 12 months has made. The terrified and completely bewildered, elderly little cob, who backed off a really Rattaley cattletrailer, with eyes so big and worried that they resembled poached eggs, has turned into a really sweet little lady. Yes, she insists on keeping a very large personal space, and isn’t above giving any horse who enters her personal zone iwthout permission both barrels at hi velocity, and yes, after 12 years of being a trekking pony, she really doesn’t do going out by herself. These are both small points though. h. She’s a really gentle easy to handle lady who is a joy to handle.

Our little herd is very settled and, on the whole easy going now. The menege build is very close to being finished. The future is looking very good indeed.

Time Flies

Unbelievable , but true. Thirteen years ago today, I nervously sat in a car , following a Landrover and trailer, on a journey from the far side of Truro to Vuckland Monochorum. In the trailer was a bewildered and anxious, skinny, pony called Sapphire. Thirteen years!

We’ve been through a lot over the intervening years, and it’s safe to say ours hasn’t been any easy relationship. She’s feisty and opinionated, a bit like me. She’s prone to anxiety, hates dogs, is scared of bikes and motorbikes, but perfectly relaxed about tractors. . When she says no, she means no, and is not above throwing a full blown, no holds barred, tantrum. She is as tough as old boots, and has more lives than a cat. Over the years she has survived putting her leg down a cattle grid, lymphangitis, and a broken splint bone. She’s had sarcoidosis , which was treated with the Liverpool method. For the last eight years or so she has been living with Maast Cell Cytoma, a form of cancer that is extremely rare in horses. As a result she has had surgery, had countless biopsys, injections and been pumped full of steroids, and has developed sweet itch. Bless her she’s also losing her teeth!

Sapphire is also incredibly intelligent! When I’m leading her she will guide me. However, if she doesn’t want to be caught, she will stand stock still and perfectly Silent, until I decide she is not there and go to move away, when she will shoot past me flat out! I swear I can hear her laughing when she does it. She is a dedicated, and talented, escapologist. She is extremely gentle, and loves a cuddle. She adores children, and in fact is far more patient, tolerant, and forgiving of them than she is adults.

I’ve tried to sell her several times over the years, and she has been out on loan twice. She always comes back to me though. . The matriarch of our herd. She has taught me so much over the years, mostly about myself.

I love her dearly!

Happy Anniversary little one.

Moving Devon and Earth

Well how exciting! It’s Monday mornin, it’s just gone 8.00a.m., and there’s a man in an ENORMOUS excavator working in our top field! The school is being built!

I really didn’t think we’d get to this point so quickly. . For a start, the weather hasn’t exactly been ideal, but, it’s happening!

So , with a quick apology to the village in general for the next couple of weeks of noise, I’ll be the one walking 2 foot off the ground.