Mirror, mirror on the wall.

We have put some nice pictures of us in the rain on my face-book page. Helen got it all wrong and put the same pictures on twice. She did wonder why it took all day. Silly moo. I just spotted that Gretel has a mirror in her stable it is so high up that I can't see myself. Helen says she will get me my own mirror. But, with a big sigh, adds that she hates looking in the mirror, 'cos all she sees is her mother, not just her mother, but her old mother. I don't care, I am young and beautiful everyone says so and I want my own mirror so I can see what my lovely new winter coat looks like.

Peter lets me out of the stable when Gretel and Helen go out for a ride. Last time I galloped round and round and Limon the cat next door asked “was I in training for the Derby”? Don’t think so, cos I don't know what the Derby is.

I have a new philosophy; you humans should never take for granted what we equines bring to you and do for you and the wholehearted trust we put in you. Even the smallest of things like standing still when you mount us should be rewarded with a kind word. Walking down a very steep hill with you on our backs needs much praise. Jumping down into the river of a newly formed bank deserves enthusiastic pats. Cantering up a steep and twisty track, well that definitely would warrant a white rock when we reach the top to catch our breath. So remember all mammals thrive on encouragement and to give is more satisfying than to receive.

Gretel says that’s a coincidence 'cos she did all those things today and even enjoyed the steep and twisty track. Neigh 4 now.

Rain and Cloud.

Rain and Cloud.

Helen is back from England and brought me some nice things, 'cos all girlies like nice things. A bridle with a diamanté brow band and a rain coat, not a pink one, but it's very pretty with blue binding and a flashy design on the main coat. Yesterday it was needed. It rained at last. Hooray!!!!! everything smells lovely and the trees all look washed, poor things. Gretel was in the stable when Helen put my new coat on, when she came out the saw me, she thought I was a new pony and chased me away; then ran around looking for the real me, I am the real me of course but even though I called to her, she still didn’t get it. I can't believe she is so dim. Peter and Helen had to sit down from laughing so hard. Helen says she wishes Gretel would do that trotting up and down on the spot when she is being ridden. Dear old Gretel, it still took a while for the centavo to drop that it was the real me and not a cardboard cut-out in a pretty coat.

Last week when Helen and I where doing training, the motor bikes came down the track and I was very scared. They go so fast and make so much noise and as there are so many, it takes ages for them to go past. On my way to hide behind Gretel, I nearly ran into Helen on my blind side. Helen came and stood at our side and patted us; I was shaking so much we had to leave training for the day. Gretel is not scared 'cos she told me later she use to live near a road called the A14 and there were cars, motor bikes and lorries on it 24 hours a day. See what I mean about her being dim 'cos that can't be true. I have never seen a road THAT busy.

We had sad news from our lovely friend Gail. One of her mulas had a very bad accident and has died. Its a bad story and has wobbled the wets of our eyes, all five of them. Rest in peace Molly. Neigh 4 now.