Lugging water every day over to the Minions is back-breaking (me) and shoulder breaking (OH) so this morning when I found an empty water trough because possibly a certain Waffle had been dancing in it, I made the decision to move everyone…. again. I hate the fact that they can go for hours without water – this way lies colic.
But, firstly, I took the dogs to walk the perimeter fence of the new field and I cleared yards of electric fencing from tenants way back.
It is a big “hill park”, about 10 acres of mostly rough grazing, with a patch of the nice stuff, which I am sure will swiftly be consumed.
There is also water au natural and Waffle can dance up and down to his heart’s content in there – just as long as he doesn’t swim.
I was on my own and so, to make my life a little easier, I took four ponies at a time, packed like sardines in the van. It wasn’t very far, I told them and they all loaded and travelled well. Even Tiddles who can be unhelpful.
Pepper, of course, came too and was a most welcome and helpful companion. Such a good girl. So proud.
This is the nice grassy bit and the ponies have a herd of Shetland cows as neighbours, which they were slightly interested in.
I am exhausted now. To bed early with hot chocolate I think, purely for its healing properties.
