Shite weather got me shivering today . Even the Bracky bee came in for a drying off although obviously started having a tantrum as soon as we got in. FFS!! NOM NOM NOM on the hay we went while TW and the muscley dog shivered in the tack room with tea. I had to have my pjs on. Then TW tacked me up and we went for a wee pootle with lovely spirit. First off TW thought i was a lamo but I'd just got lots of stones in my tootsies. Got a wee hitch in one of my hinds though, grrrrrrr. I'm not sure what's going on at the moment but someone has vomited red white and blue all over the village. Soggy bunting everywhere. Wierdos. Anyhoo, nice wee hack to the bench then back in for more grub. Was nice having a wee rest and a munch. TW tatted about a bit with the dawg, sold a saddle, went for lunch with her folks, did some nattering , moved some fencing shizzle then it was time to go back to the field. Down the drive to the village there was some freaking kind of death tunnel of red white and blue flappy stuff.....peculiar. And not necessary. Pack it in. Btw, we've only got our freaking rugs on. In June. Kill me now.