I woke early because I knew I had to go to the airport to collect daughter #2 – Flossie. She was coming home for our annual Eurovision family gathering.

Before I left, and as it was already light, and as everyone was already waiting, I popped round with the food buckets for them.

I also put the sheep where I wanted, but half of them doubled back and I put them into another field and now I was running late – ruddy sheep.  I had to drive to the airport (1 hr 15 minutes away).  I was early too and possibly the one there.

Floss and I came home via town, stopping for essential rations for Saturday night.  Meanwhile, Daisy had been doing good work, brushing everyone in the big field.

I think Daisy had brushed a whole pony’s worth of fur from Fivla who was so much happier and looked wonderful.

It was lovely to see all the winter fur go at last.  There are only 6 more ponies left to do – Vitamin refused to be caught.  Her loss.

Then Floss and I walked down to the track so I could put sun-screen on Tiddles’ little pink nosey.

Flossie fed the ponies celery – their treat as we are having lots of treats too.

It’s only fair.  T’is Eurovision week after all.   This is our family tradition.