Dripping wet.

The hot weather means sweaty horses coming back from training, so a nice shower is the order of the day, before they are wrapped up and put away.

If I manage a blip tomorrow, then this computer will have helped me to 400 blips before it breathes it's last; my new one is due to arrive tomorrow and then I will have to set it up load up my software, and find my way around it. I feel like Scott, marching off into the unknown. I may not return.