Fat belly, bad grass

Eeeee the bad fencing let me into the middle of the field again. When TW arrived I was daintily nibbling on some thistles. She stood with me for a while while the boys galloped round the track confused. Hehehe that made me laugh.

TW moved some posts and we set about nomming our grass while she pootled off to feck about somewhere. Lovely mr ZM arrived to fiddle with the fencing and then the BHO  came and did the poo picking. Jeez it was like a bleddy bus station or something.

Anyhoo, when the BHO had poo picked TW arrived and we all trooped into the stables. Bracky had some hay and me and Tom got tacked up and set off on a sunny hack with Zoe. Lovely. TW had a beating stick with her today which meant that Tom was the front of the ride. He did really well. We just went past the bench, past the barrel and down to the tree then back. Had a couple of trots but tbh my belly was full and I couldn't be arsed.

Me and Zo went the long way round the village then ate some hay then it was bak to the field . Very pleasant.