Squiggles

This morning I battled to change rugs on all 3 horses in an exposed coastal field with wind and rain gusting over 50mph. It was a bit extreme and took me 10 times longer than usual. Amazingly, they all stood still while their rugs flapped violently about  them, repeatedly blew over my head, gave them wedgies, tried to carry me off to Norway and required many contortions and swearing to get them fixed in place.

It could almost become an extreme sport. 

Later, a Clan congregation at Clan HQ, minus Gorgeous . A woofer walkies and then to work.