Almost certainly seen sneaking up a grass field we shouldn't of but hopefully we have made up for it but doing a bit of ewe reorientation!
Sunday, 26 May 2019
Thursday, 23 May 2019
Been busy this week (new job!) so the cameras are quiet as they need new batteries and baited. Before that though there was more daylight badger sightings and the other fox in daylight. I have moved the cheap as chips camera to catch the deer, you can see from the first photo what I am aiming for but not quite getting! Will get some batteries in the hope of cubs and fawns as the month goes on.
Sunday, 19 May 2019
Wednesday, 15 May 2019
Swung back into Kinclaven this morning and had the woods completely to myself. Then I popped into Karen's as she had the vet, the farrier and a broken hand to deal with. It was a fair exchange, foal kissing in exchange for having a lovely lunch bought for me. Gratuitous photo of Mojito just because he looks magnificent.
Tuesday, 14 May 2019
Sunday, 12 May 2019
The plan for today had been up to the Heights to peer at the cross country jumps, however we got to the brow of the hill only to find they were being guarded by young inquisitive cattle so instead Brave Sir Spidey (and I) bravely turned and bravely fled! It was however a glorious day and there were hoof prints leading through a gate we'd never been so we went off exploring and had a lovely hack alongside the Melrose path with the black hill in front of us. Undoubtably a hack that could be done much faster but it does no harm for wee white fluffy people to walk up grass fields occasionally.
So in the last seven days I have ridden five times for six hours and covered eighteen miles, we mostly walk and even when we are cantering we are not the fastest (his top speed appears to be 16mph, a career in pony racing does not beckon). The App has encouraged me to explore, to go a little further, to tackle some very tiny demons, I will keep tracking, though probably not blogging, every hack and see where it takes us.
My horsey life now is such a weird contradiction, I am the absolute definition of the middle aged amateur, people presume he is my first pony and give me "helpful" unasked for advice on subjects such as strip grazing and yet my old life ticks away and I hear on the grapevine that one of the biggest names in polo is enquiring about one of my youngsters!