Invasion of the Woolies

Aaah Springtime (almost) trees budding, temperatures rising, sheep frolicking...wait a minute, the bas**ds are frolicking in our field and eating our (well, the horses') grass.

"Quick, run, we've been rumbled"



The pack leader, Sid, was busy rounding up the herd, just to digress, Sid is frightened of sheep so goodness knows why he is the boss.

                                               "It's because I am so Handsome"

Anyway he had them all up in the top field in a place of relative safety in double quick time. Rooster was looking serious, Carly and Kavi were giggling behind their hooves. H then did her One Man and His Dog impression by shooing  the ovine intruders away.This was all the more impressive as she didn't have a dog, or a man either for that matter. The fleecy ones have been warned that if they return a tactical Ari will be deployed as a deterrent.

I am rather fatigued tonight, this is due to going out with Kavi to escort Ramah on one of her initial, fittening, rides. She strides out purposefully, positively shooting up the drive and poor old me 'n Kavi have to kick and push to keep up, my legs were complaining after a mile of this, the rest of me soon after. Our mission for the day was to take a look at Cruella's arena which she was offering us to school in. She told us that it was easy to find as it was next to her Ha-Ha (Comedy Gold, we thought).

Great celebrations at the yard last evening as Freshie routed the opposition at Ludlow to win by an eased down 9 lengths. I didn't have a penny on him (sad face)

                                      Fresh Air and Fun with Will Biddick romp home.