We moved the old boys onto the spring grazing today and Hector immediately gravitated to the best bog ('tis the irish in him!!) He found a friend...
To go frog giggin' with!
Ellie was showing why she was such a good Dumfriesshire hunter - up to the hocks in mud!
No rest for the wicked though and the polo ponies were out and doing a bit of work.
I jumped on Arrayan to cool him off and as I was holding a stick I was trying some back hands as we went along. Mark helpfully walked behind us, kicking the ball back to my stick so I didn't have to keep turning. All was going well, I cracked a good shot, Mark kicked it back... total home goal - right up Arrayan's backside. I think its a fair testament to the Criollo temperament that we are not still heading for Uruguay!!!