Saturday 30th May marked the 1st anniversary of Hal, Quincey and I moving to Shebbear.
Where did that year go?
Ripley and the cats joined us a few days later, and the horses cane at the beginning of July.
In many ways the last 12 months have flown by, yet it also feels like we’ve always been here.
True, the stables haven’t been built yet, we still have a house full of boxes, and the normal contents of the garage are spread throughout the house, but we’ve also achieved a massive amount. We’ve learned a lot about ourselves, and even more about the vagaries of the planning regulations. . We know and understand Magnum and Sapphire far better than we ever did before. Hal’s confidence and riding ability have come on in leaps and bounds. We’ve also met a lot of lovely people.
I love living here!
Here’s to the next 12 month 😎
It occurred to me that Sapphire has probably never really seen a Christmas Tree before. As Magnum lived and worked at a riding school for most of his life he must have seen all manner of strange things at this time of year. Sapph however, has led a much more sheltered life. So when our next door neighbour put their tree up at the beginning of the month I expected a tantrum or two. Not a bit of it! After doing a double take the first night it was all lit up she hasn’t mentioned it. The same applied when our tree went up last week. She was a little bit more taken by the flashing reindeer across the road, but after giving a good stare she decided it was probably safe , and walked in calmly in for her tea. She shake her head and mutter something about never understanding humans though.
So from all of usPoo Picking in the Dark it’s a joyful Christmas and a peaceful 2015 😎🐴🐴🐶🐶🐱🐱😃🎁🎄🎅
Grass, it’s wonderful stuff. I’m talking about the stuff that grows in fields here, not the stuff it’s illegal to smoke. Us horse owners have a strange relationship with it., either we are stressing because there’s too much of it, our ponies will get too fat, get Laminitis and die. Or we are stressing because there isn’t enough of it and our paddocks are turning into barren, muddy wastelands ! We are never happy.
When Hal and I first viewed Albert’s Bungalow, at the beginning of March, I thought the fields were ideal. Gently sloping with just the right amount of grass, not too rich, but not too weedy either, and in remarkably good shape after the dreadful wet winter we had just had. When we finally moved in at the end of May we discovered we had something akin to four and a half acres of African Savannah ! It was waist high out there. Honestly, you could have lost a Ripley sized dog out there! Hal and walked around the boundaries so I could start learning the lay out. It nearly killed me! In places it was almost boob high!
I need to get more fit and agile.
A local farmer agreed to cut it for nothing as long as he could take it for silage. Result! They must have thought we were mad, but we couldn’t help getting childishly excited at the sight of various tractors and attachments on our own land. It’s a fascinating process .
Hal wants his own tractor now.
Once the grass was cut we had to get some fencing and gates put up. Then, finally Magnum and Sapphire came home.
Now the adventure really begins.