Very nearly three months, how can this be?
Eighteen horses have left, I think I will always look back and be amazed at how easy it was to sell them and how lucky I was. The yard is quiet and the big personalities are gone but everyone is happily settled and loved in their new homes. To the women that said to me "I hope I never am but in your shoes I'd do exactly the same" thank you.
I've hit forty and can smile that I am slimmer and fitter than I've been in twenty years, I don't look like me any more though, I wonder if you ever look in the mirror and recognise yourself again. To Rose and Charlotte who got that "I don't want to celebrate my Birthday" meant "I'd still like cake" thank you.
I am constantly amazed by the kindness of others and so many people have been wonderful though it has to be said I also attract the most awesome bat shit crazy nutters. To the crazies, thank you, I've never been short of a story to tell.
Marks death hit the press last week, lots of articles and a few front pages. I skimmed them, I avoided the comments, I hope that most people know that the press doesn't care any more, that the truth is sparse and quotes are generally a work of fiction. I struggle to see a positive in this so I'll go for a totally facetious one, it's fairly expanded my portfolio of published photos...
So, I'm still standing, undoubtedly stronger and braver than I ever thought I was but I wish I didn't have to be.