Horse and Flags

I was rewarded for my tiring cock-a-doodle-doo time visit to the gym this morning with a visit to the cake counter at Dobbie's Garden Centre by his Lordship.

You might be forgiven for thinking that there is no problem with avoirdupois at the castle. Not so, at least for me. The incentive to loose a few pounds ( well I'd say 14 of them as a minimum) has not yet kicked in after the eating frenzy during the worst winter for 30 years. This is a pity, because with spring and summer on the horizon, along with the peeling off of various layers of fat camouflaging fleeces, my hitherto hidden bulges will be visible to all.

I think that perhaps I will make April 1st a suitable date on which to start limiting my intake of calories. I would be a fool to procrastinate any longer.

The flags in this blip belong to the Norwegian and Indian Consulates.
As to the horse, I forgot to check what he signifies, but he's certainly not enjoying the bare back and butt rider.