With Tracey coming from the opposite direction, and Nathalie more or less in situ, it doesn't seem fair to add to their hours and miles by asking them to taxi me up to the horses. This means I haven't seen my own horses for a week and a half and it's getting harder by the minute. This morning I broke out and consoled myself by going to see the ponies on Woodgreen Common. The last one, the one with the paws on her nose, came up to talk to me and very gently put her nose on my shoulder. There, there, she said.
Just received these in an email - everyone is looking hail and hearty. Oh and don't worry that Henrietta hasn't got any hay, she's just choosing whose to pinch.