I used to own my own horse years ago and loved riding with a passion. I can’t say I was a particularly competent rider – dressage wasn’t me, and jumping often meant me flung over the hurdle while the horse had stood disinterested on the other side. Charming.
Funnily enough, living in the country & owning land as we have done for the past 11 years, has been a major temptation to own a four legged beauty, but the fear factor (and some common sense) has prevailed, plus the knowledge that owning a Neddy will be a major dent in the bank account.
So, my neighbour has a daughter who is young, adept and adores her horses, I dream about her talent. A walk on the beach with my camera was a promise of some pics to share …
Albert … Dan’s friend
You know I love wood
Needless to say I have been busy in the garden. I have poked an array of happy seedlings into the dirt and assured them of water, seaweed fertiliser, mulch to retain moisture and regular pep talks.
Isn’t it nice to know that I’m back to regular posts even if a short one? There may be no pics of the veg garden sorry, but what about some spring flowers
I usually finish with ‘happy gardening’. This week I would like to finish with
Love and respect …