It was off to see Melanie this morning. Since I last saw her she has counted all her horses and thinks she has eleven and two more in utero. They have the very best view in England, straight down to the sea at Swanage. Today we worked with her two yearling Dales colts - as different as chalk and cheese but both a lot blacker. Both of them reacted well to her new sense of leadership and we had a very pleasant session.
It was back to Jack this afternoon, touching his front hooves for the first time while they were off the ground and then asking him to jump over the barrels. He found this all rather puzzling as it was much easier to go round but once he'd got the hang he was fine. I'm wondering if he might make the Olympics - maybe not.
