We are not on mains drains and, every couple of years, a “scent bottle” (Mum’s name for it, not mine – she was similarly afflicted where she lived) comes to empty our septic tank.

And today was the day.

I did warn the accompanying gentlemen that there might be some “help” as they would have to cross the ponies’ track to get to the tank.

 

But I was assured that pony involvement would be fine.

Funnily enough, I was not convinced.

So while the men were busy emptying the tank (not much in as it is mysteriously very efficient), I dished out the last of the Turriefield mishapen carrots to distract any potential assistants.

 

Sadly, I didn’t have enough carrots for the time it took and, when Vitamin determinedly started walking down to tell them they were doing it wrong,  …….

…… I headed her off at the pass.

No one needs help from anyone, I told them.

So the ponies all went back to the task of eating their hay while the scent bottle escaped safely and unscathed.  Phew!