It’s at the stage where all I can resort to is telegraphese.
Love, family, canine sweetness, interesting people, perspective police.
HorseBack work, blinding Scottish sunshine, a To Do List without end.
Old friends, writing, achievement.
Red the Mare, weaving in and out of slalom poles in nothing more than a rope halter, cantering around the field so balanced and relaxed she could have been a dressage horse. ‘That’s a thoroughbred ex-RACEHORSE,’ exclaims the Remarkable Trainer in delight. A small admiration society gathers, with me as founder member. Oh, oh, oh, the love.
Also, there was kindness, good sense, a dash of geo-politics, and a flying visit from The Perspective Police.
Which adds up, I think, to A Good Day.
Some quick pictures:
Those are his most serious, every good boy deserves a biscuit eyes.
He got a biscuit.