As this is the time of year that the weather can be vile, the old folk have the choice of two fields so there is maximum shelter available and they can choose were best to be.

Their fields are situate in a small valley, which the burn (stream) runs through.  I can see them from the window too.

Along with the relatively high sides of the hills, there are also old dry stone dykes (walls) that give extra shelter, if needed from every angle.  The Minions have a similar set-up just further down the valley.

I know from previous years, that the horses do better outside than in and also without rugs in this kind of weather.  Indoors, they would panic at the huge noise and rugs on outside would be blown away in this. So I tell myself they are all built for this.  They really are.

As the weather is about to descend into the very depths of Hell, I am trying to be confident that everyone will be ok, even if I can’t get out to give them their buckets.

Obviously we will do our utmost in the lulls to get out to check everyone and distribute what is necessary but as the buckets only contain no actual calories, just vitamins and minerals, they are not urgent. Everyone has plenty grass too.

(I won’t lie, I am dreading the next few days.  I mean Force 12 ffs! That’s 11 on a guitar amp! Meanwhile, in every waking thought I am busy doing deals with the Gods to get Daisy and Floss home safely for Christmas and thoughts and prayers for the electricity to stay on too!)