Today has been revolting.  Perpetual rain, a vicious northern wind (F8 gusting F10), everywhere is waterlogged and we are all miserable.

I battled over with my three buckets thinking I must be mad but I have to do this as the old Icelandic horses need fuel for their internal central heating.  I couldn’t rug them earlier as I was waiting for them to dry out first and that never happened.

But they all seemed ok about the lack of rugs and were just getting on with their daily lives.

(my constant companion came too)

Monster continues to swallow his antibiotics which are in liquid form and thank you to everyone who has given me invaluable advice on tactics.  We have resorted to a large towel, gauntlets and speed (not the drug, just me being quick with a syringe).  Anyway, today was successful (ie no blood) but Monster is barely talking to me now.  Let’s hope it is helping him.

As it was so vile outside, the Shetland ponies left their grazing to stand in the containers so I put out extra haynets, which were very gratefully received.  Fivla and Vitamin were eating the grass surrounding the house.

Albie got kicked out, as per usual – ever the victim – but he did not starve.  I would never let that happen.

And Newt said he does not share.

Not now, not ever.  Wee hippo.