Sunday, 22 March 2015

Richard III

Today, the remains of Richard III have been taken to Leicester cathedral for reburial - a victory for the city of Leicester after a challenge from rival city York; resolved in the High Court fortunately, and not on the battlefield.  As ever, moments of historical significance require horses - and my relations were in evidence throughout.
waiting for the coffin to arrive
Police horses escort the cortege

Richly caparisoned chargers wow the crowds
The procession on its way to the Cathedral
The chargers stood guard outside the cathedral...

These are clearly my relatives, notice how steady they are and have absorbed the gravity of the whole situation.  Posy's relatives would have shied at people throwing white roses and would have been prancing and standing on their hind legs and making a spectacle of themselves outside the cathedral.
The marvel of this whole thing is that the discovery of his remains were due to a woman with a romantic obsession with Richard III who had a goose bump moment and had convinced herself that his remains lay in a car park under the letter 'R' in 'PARKING'.  Whilst clearly barking mad, she persuaded Leicester University to excavate there and to worldwide incredulity - she was right!  You couldn't make it up.
In a bizarre twist to the whole affair, Richard III is sending tweets from inside his coffin...

Friday, 20 March 2015

Solar Eclipse

We were told that an event of cosmic importance was happening this morning - a solar eclipse would occur at breakfast time.  We were warned not to look directly at the sun since She had failed to buy us special glasses.  As it happened, we couldn't even see the sun.
View from the yard this morning
Solar eclipse at maximum
Apparently, birds were meant to have stopped singing during the eclipse, but we heard a number of rebel tweets.  The only thing we noticed was that it had turned a bit cold, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable to interrupt our breakfasts for.

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Disco Disappointment

The motorised cabin arrived today, but before we set off, Hanuman was loaded next to me.  He was making a fuss and trying to destroy his cubicle - until we started moving and then he had to have all his feet on the ground - he he!
When we arrived it became apparent that it was a riding club musical event.  She had hoped that I would do my dance, but my feet were giving me gyp and I was reluctant to trot much and even more reluctant to canter.  She was disappointed because She had given me more medication than was good for me in the hope that I would be alright.  It was a shame because I didn't feel able to trot about with my new friend Binx either.
Hanuman was there for the experience and didn't do much other than stand on his hindlegs a few times, but was generally thought to be quite well behaved considering.
At the end She had organised a little Horse Disco.  She had compiled a CD of suitable trot/walk/canter music for people to try out.  The others did not appear to share Her vision of a horse disco and completely failed to be in the right pace most of the time.  One of them was trying to do reining patterns to the music and others were chatting in the car park.  This made Her very grumpy.