When I dropped off Hilary's two ponies, I came back to find squators in the back of the trailer helping themselves to feed and hay.
Hilary, Charly and I are having a very scruffy alternative to Pony Club Camp (my old D.C. would have kittens if she could see just how scruffy!) and started off with a long hack out from which we returned unable to move out fingers and toes because we had all frozen solidly to our saddles.
