Just Good Friends.

Having delivered the drugs that we picked up from the vet’s two days ago, we had the pleasure of watching the two helpers on duty at Riding for the Disabled. Their first task was to bring Fudge, the grey, and Fraser the black pony in from the field to be groomed. It seemed to me to be a bit of a waste of time as the ponies were already indulging in a mutual grooming session.
 
Fudge was more than happy to come along and have one of the girls give him a massage with a good stiff brush but Fraser had a different attitude. Having his holiday routine disrupted wasn’t on his personal agenda so he planted his four feet firmly on the ground and refused to move. Of course, as soon as I raised my camera, his attitude changed; had the stable manager seen the Blip, he would have been in her office first thing on Monday morning for a stiff dressing down.
 
The reward for the girls was that they got to go out for a hack; the down-side (isn’t there always a down-side) is that these two old fellows were not going to give their riders an exhilarating gallop across the estate; at their age, the girls would just get a gentle stroll down the lane and back – please note that it was not even to the end of the lane.