Farrier today.

The big ones were brought up onto the track to wait politely.

And little ones stayed in the container paddock.

They all had hay and water but were bored.  Tough.  It’s not for very long, I told them.  I ask very little.

Albie spent his time chatting up Kolka.  He was quite smitten.  He likes an older lady.

Haakon politely ate individual stalks of hay at me in disgust that there was no grass to eat.

Pepper and I waited in the car as it was the warmest place.

Note the happy little tail!  She was squeaking with happiness when she saw the van appear.

Anyway, I lined up each pony, one at a time and Stephen got down to work.

(Is this not the cutest picture?)

Everyone behaved beautifully, walking in and out of the container – even Albie.  Not a single discussion.

There’s a farrier in the middle somewhere.  The container was considered a useful thing.  As each pony went in, but didn’t seem to want to leave, it even got quite warm.

Little ones all done an onto the big ones, who I led into the big shed.  Pepper was now wandering around with a towel on her – I have no idea why but she was perfectly happy trundling about narrowly missing being trodden on.

So that’s us until December – the last visit of the year.  9 horses/ponies trimmed and not a sign of laminitis, though Newt has a slight case of thrush in his frogs.  Our thanks, as ever, to Stephen.