It was good to see the little boys playing this morning, while I trudged round poo-picking (or trying to work out what was possibly poo or not in the thawing snow).

While I wandered around the field (and I use that term loosely – a bog, or swamp would be more accurate) with rubber gloves and a bucket, I watched the ponies having fun.

It was particularly good to see Tiddles having fun.

He is officially disgusting and when he came inside later, I dug through my rug libary to find some stable rugs as I was convinced he must be freezing.  But no, he was completely dry underneath the mud, snow, dirt, god-knows-what….. so I towelled some of it off and left him eating his haynet.

If I had a pound for every time Albie knocked over my poo bucket I would be rich!

Anyway, the topic is me being tough.  I decided that as long as I could see green grass, I was not going to put out haynets.  Nope, get used to finding grass again.

I texted Daisy and she replied “stay tough” so I repeated this to Iacs.

And then it snowed.

And I had to change my mind.  Haynets for all then.