Wet, wet, wet

I peer anxiously over HorseBridge at the Tamar rushing below

Since the stiffness in my hock has blown any chances of a career in dressage, I have been promised exciting outings charging about tackling cross country obstacles.  However, no such outings have materialised because it has done nothing but rain since then.  We have been splashing about in our field and we are at the top of a hill.  I've noticed lately that the roads have waterfalls gushing at the side of them.

Today it has stopped raining, so we went out to admire the Tamar in full spate.  She wisely decided to use the bridge and not try to get me to wade along the crossing further down.

 

Posy's Big Adventure

Today it was Posy who was coaxed into the motorised cabin with promises of carrots.  After a short journey, Posy found herself in a strange place where there were other horses about and lots of buildings.  Initally she thought to call out and let everyone know she had arrived, but then found her haynet more interesting.  Next she was led into a very large building with mirrors in which she could see a beautiful horse gazing back at her.  After wandering around by herself, another horse came and then our chum Ariel appeared.  Ariel looked a bit fed up and wasn't really interested in twirling about on the end of a rope.  Posy thought this was odd since she could find lots of interesting things to look at.  She wasn't afraid and was praised for her bravery.  The photo below is to prove how brave she had been.

Posy allowed herself to be coaxed back into the motorised cabin afterwards and was driven back home.  We were all pleased to see her back safely, and She was gushing with praise for how well Posy had coped with this new experience.

Grass Thief

We have been shut out of one field which has long grass in it and have been told that we are not allowed in until December, not even to trim it a bit, because we are Too Fat Already.  So, what is wrong with this photo?

Posy and Hanuman are pictured barely scraping a subsistence ration from the meagre grassland they are allowed in, whilst an interloper gorges on the long grass in the field behind. 



Closer inspection showed that the interloper was a deer, and very fat it looks too.  We have had to tighten our belts while Bambi guzzles our winter rations.  It isn't fair!

Wet weather XC clinic

I had been promised another exciting day charging round a cross country course, but since it has been raining for weeks on end, the course was deemed too wet.  Instead of having some well deserved holiday, I had to jump over things in the arena instead.  The lesson was enlivened by the presence of Ruby, who is an ex show jumper who likes to stop in front of jumps and inspect them carefully.  Ruby is very pretty and I was keen to impress. 

It was quite fun actually and I gave a master class in jumping skinnies in a curved line and when She got the line wrong for a corner I made up for it with a massive leap to make sure I got to the other side.  The instructor said that I was very athletic considering my build.  Not sure what she meant by that but I know that I was a Good Boy.  Unlike my chum Ariel in the class before who casually threw off his rider at the beginning, thereby guaranteeing that he didn't have to jump anything at all.