Photos would of been better if I'd thought to wait until the sun came over the trees, it was glorious in the yard! I wonder when the ability to engage your brain returns? I am now nine horses down since Christmas and everything just feels more peaceful and manageable, in the good moments there is even a certain pride that we've made it to March and we are all still standing. Fatty is lean (oh the irony!) Ned looks like a badly stuffed teddy bear, my body is clearly waving the white flag of surrender (chest infection, eczema and even my teeth hurt) and I've been known to creep to my bed before 9pm but we are doing OK...
