Provocatively self indulgent

For reasons best known to racehorse trainers, tidiness on the yard is of paramount importance. Upandcoming trainer is no exception to this and at the end of her shift the scary stable lass leaves everything ship shape and Bitterly fashion (it's a local saying) for the up and coming to come and feed the horses at about six o clock. He always looks perplexed when faced with this;

Scary stable lass also has no idea how this happens, and neither does Dave (the horse nearest the camera). Dave is apparently so stupid that with him DNA stands for Does Not Achieve. However rather like Bill and Ben of old (ask your parents) we know what goes on don't we children ?

Our old romperhound DJ loves drinking out of buckets (No I don't know why either) and despite having ample water in her run she likes nothing more than romping around the yard and testing every bucket to see if it holds drinkies.

Despite her weight loss when she leans on the buckets to check their contents they tip up leaving the yard looking like some sort of bucket Kristallnacht. You should hear scary stable lasse's language. What larks !

It appears to be de rigeur in blogs to do some sort of 50 Shades of Grey pastiche, so here is ours.

                                        Only 46 left (it has to be said that Sid is not a convincing grey though)