Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I did have a blog for you. It lived in my head; it even got half-written on the page. Then my cerebellum turned itself off. (It has been doing this quite a lot lately; I think I need more iron tonic.) So now there is no blog. The weather has reverted to its usual filthy state, and everything is brown and forlorn. I do try to be butch about the weather but the continual rain and cold, the dour miserable day after dreich day, is seeping into my soul. I want spring. Where was my spring?
The mare followed me across the field today. I cannot tell you the profound delight that gives me. She just walks at my shoulder, as if tethered by an invisible rope. And she has such a lovely, low, swinging walk. I am a horse whisperer, I think to myself. Although I discover that the real whisperers hate to be called whisperers, they think it sounds silly and namby-pamby. Also I do see it is not very descriptive, when one is actually beaming equine thought-waves. I gave her some carrots and scratched all her favourite places. She is the one bright thing in these dark, drab days.
Some quick pictures from before, when there was a glimpse of sun: