Day 15 – nothing to See Here

Yesterday’s Blogtober Challenge topic was to show the last week with your horse in photos.well that wasn’t happening round here!

At first I wasn’t going to do a Day 15 post at all. After all, I don’t have any photos of the last week, and even if I did, well, nothing much has happened. Then though, as I inwardly grumbled about people insisting on using inaccessible formats such as photos and graphics to impart information that might be useful, interesting, or important to those of us who can’t see, I had a rethink.

Don’t get me wrong, , I’m not anti photography. I think it’s Great way of laying down memories, and commemorating special occasions, but it shouldn’t be the primary means of sharing information.

I know it’s entirely unintentional, but using inaccessible means of passing on information, or making a point, , such as photos, memes, graphics, and gifts, is the kind of everyday Ablisn that can really impact on an individuals ability to fully integrate into society.

My particular pet beef is when people take a photo of printed material and then share it. What’s the point of that!?

You see, I’m typing this using a piece of software called a Screen Reader. . The particular one I’m using at the moment it’s called voice over, and is specifically used with Apple products, but there are a great many screen readers out there, for example I also use one called JAWS, which runs with Windows. I am no computer expert, but, by and large, screen readers use something called optical character recognition

. This means that they can “see” letters, numbers, punctuation, and in the case of Voice Over r, emojis, they cannot see graphics, animations, or photos.

I love reading other people’s blogs and Social Media content, and I gain a lot from it. I always feel a bit cheated when it’s photo based.

Fireworks part 2 – inconsiderate Neighbours

So , in this village, every 5th November, the local bell ringers turn The Devil’s Stone. They do this to ensure that the Horned One is kept at bay for another year. If the stone doesn’t get turned, well, who wants to risk that?! It’s a big thing here, and much fun is had. It also means that fireworks are a rarity round here. Hal and I have never yet made it to the Turning of the Stone. The first year year we were here we didn’t know what the firework situation was going to be like, an so didn’t to leave cats, dogs and horses unattended. Last year I was only a few days post op, and really not feeling well. So this year I was really looking forward to finally going.

It wasn’t to be.

The people who own the field next to ours decided to have fireworks! At the bottom of their field! Right next to our horses! They gave us 30 minutes warning! Mind you, we were lucky. They didn’t bother telling the people who own the field on the other side of them, where 9 sheep live, at all! Or anyone else for that matter.

So Hal froze his bollocks off monitoring 4 terrified horses, while I attempted to ignore 2 terrified dogs with the combined weight of 57kg while they tried to climb onto me while shaking violently, hyperventilating, and barking hysterically!

Luckily we seem to have got away with it. Nobody’s hurt, and no colic. The sheep are OK too thankfully.
I am quite sure that this little fireworks display was all arranged well in advance. I am also sure that these individuals have been fully aware of the horses on one side of them, and the sheep on the other. So not giving us advance warning of their plans is at best thoughtless, selfish and inconsiderate. It may also be construed as a deliberate act of animal cruelty.

The people who did this aren’t youngsters. In fact they’re grandparents. They also have animals of their own. You’d think they would have more sense and decency.

Thankfully, due in no small part to the amazing temperaments of our horses, nothing bad happened last night. It could have been so much worse.