Pony.

I have watched this young fella grow from the  tiny thing he was when he was born to the mature pony he is now - four years later.  He is usually in one of the fields leading up to the lodge.

We planned to come to the lodge for the afternoon to begin dealing with detritus from our work.  We have guests in the Lodge on Saturday  so need to press on.  However a phone call last night  rather put a dent in that idea.

Don my friend for the last 66 years is over from Canada on one of his periodic visits to visit his brothers.  Having grown up almost as brothers  we generally manage to include a meet up.  So we had a gathering, Clickychick ,Kanyl, Mrs Kanyl, Don and myself.  No work got done but at least we are here for an early start in the morning.