over a year

i've just realised it's over a year since i've written anything on here

i doubt i'll write anything more.

Monfils is fine - but I am not.  Rheumatoid Arthritis, of the kind that gets worse, started to get the better of me and i haven't been able to do anything since August.

Gaynor has taken over and is enjoying herself and will continue to do so.

who'd a thunk it

1. we got some reasonable weather (i.e., not freezing, blowing or raining)
2. I rode my horse!

think my thighs might know about that ...

quite pleased, given the length of time off, that we were still moving forward.

tuesday was a blip

in that the weather is now somewhat cold and snowy. to be fair, no where near as bad as in other places (new jersey, for instance) but too bad for any of us to want to do anything... the only consolation is that the mud is frozen.

apparently, we can blame the jet stream....

5 minutes

in hand

still a very faint glimmer of light, no howling gale, no rain, and the temperature got up to 8 C.  so that was motivational (thinking ahead to when we can do more) to do some in hand, only 5 minutes but think i got a shoulder in left.

Gaynor's hoping it doesn't snow tomorrow; the forecast isn't looking good for her!

finally

a nice day decent weather and no injuries to either of us (well, not strictly true, he had a lump on his jaw that wasn't troubling him and was missed by the bridle...)

in hand and lunging

and proved again to the satisfaction of all that

1. i can lunge any other horse but mine
2. Monfils will lunge for anyone but me
3. therefore, it's not my technique

and turns out i'm not alone in that, someone else i know has the same problem (her horse will lunge for men ...)

a three day jaunt

to taunton (the other end of the country) for my niece's wedding ....an enjoyable wedding, and the weather was good so they could do photos outside.  Apparently i missed nothing weather wise up here and G wasn't able to ride M at all....

fence down...

when i got to the yard this afternoon, M was in....as were all the geldings, it transpired. the field fence is down at the bottom of the hill.  the estate workers had all gone home, of course (if they were even in, who knows) and no one had been able to get hold of YM at that point.

and M was still covered in very wet soggy mud - all up the side of his neck etc.  apparently the last thing he did before being brought in was roll!

euch.

so i fed him, put more haylage up, and came away again...