Monday, 14 November 2011
A great Gallop!
Then its back to the yard and the shelter of the stable. I love the rustling sound of hooves and boots through the straw; the rasping, crunching. munching sound of a hungry horse feeding from a hay net as I wisp him dry, groom him and rug him up for the colder evenings. Once the horses are bedded down, its time to clean the tack. The warm glow of the tack room beckons across the yard in the early dusk and tucked inside out of the wind my friends and I enjoy hot coffee and buttery crumpets, the delicious fragrance mingling with the scent of the saddle soap. Laughter, chatter, a shared interest and soon the tack is gleaming. One last pat, a nuzzle and a whisper and its time for me to drive home and begin writing. Days just don't get any better than this!