This morning, mostly everyone was soaking wet from last night’s Hurricane Ernesto.  Meanwhile, I had spent the night awake worrying and listening to the howling wind and pouring rain.  On a good note, I was happily surprised to find that the rugs on the old ponies had done their job.  Tiddles, Vitamin and Fivla were mostly dry..

Feeling that the old Icelandics might like somewhere to dry out, I opened up the small shed and led Haakon by his chin-hairs to the open door.  He stood there and wouldn’t go in.  So I grabbed Iacs and in he charged, followed swiftly by Kolka.

Iacs then blocked the door and discovered the hanging salt lick.

It is a pity this shed is only really big enough for two horses.  Three would be a squeeze but that’s the way.  The outside walls offer shelter too and, as it had stopped raining, Haakon didn’t seem to mind very much.  I guess if he had really wanted to go in, nothing would’ve stopped him – certainly not Iacs blocking the door.

I left them all arguing.  It is that time of year when I don’t know whether to bring the horses and ponies all in on nights like last night (which was vile) but it was warm (12-14 degrees Celsius).  I had to go into the big shed to fetch something, where the stalls are now located, and it was bonkers hot which everyone would’ve hated for 12 hours.  Swings and roundabouts really.