That horse smell

It's been too long since my lungs were full of the heavy scent of horse. It clings to you and your clothes, it massages the soul and cocoons you in it's stinky warmth... Although I'm sure most folk probably just think it's rank.

Today I met George, his 'small' collection of Friesian horses and his contrasting white Arab. I feel truly blessed to have met him, someone who is genuinely happy and doing what he loves. I am hoping to catch his tribe out in the field frolicking one day soon but for now here is a shot from the stable.

I also took a 2+ hour walk out at Warebeth - And all under beautiful blue skies. Evie the Wonder Dog came too (minus cape) and the dogs ran their legs off...Now sleeping heavily.

I also spent time with Mumpy, cutting out THE dress pattern and chit chatting. Really nice.

Gorgeous has been out at work all day, soon Miss Emmy will be arriving. We shall all eat curry and drink a beer or two. And then maybe another one or two. You get the gist...

Of all 497 photos today, the very first one I took is what I am blipping.