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Agricultural Equipment. Of Doom!
I was going to say that I didn't get rained on all day, but then I remembered that I did, first thing this morning. Sigh. It was a lovely, if very cold, late morning and afternoon. This was, I think, the first time we'd had the wind coming in the cold direction down the valley, and it showed.
After I'd ridden him, I put GB out in his medium-warm raincoat. A bit later, when the sun came out and I was in the stable yard, I thought I'd have to go and swap it, because the sun was lovely and warm. But then I went into the field, out of the shelter of the buildings, to poo pick and changed my mind about it!
I pootled off into Canterbury this afternoon, and, amongst other errands, bought myself new boots:
I really wanted something with a zip, but I didn't like any of the designs and didn't want to trust velcro, so I'll give these a go. I also tried on a pair with a modest heel, thinking to get something more wearable and less scruffy looking than the black suede stiletto ones I've had for years, and which made my feet hurt for a good week after I wore them all day at a wedding recently. Rather worryingly, my feet hurt just from standing up to try them on, and continued to do so as I walked back to the car.
When I got home, we took the pooch for a run in the last of the sunshine; she's absolutely full of beans at the moment, in pleasing contrast to when she was feeling poorly, presumably because it's cooler. We drove to the other side of the wood, and in doing so passed the Agricultural Equipment Of Doom that so terrified the horses. Brace yourselves:
You can see why they objected, can't you?
After I'd ridden him, I put GB out in his medium-warm raincoat. A bit later, when the sun came out and I was in the stable yard, I thought I'd have to go and swap it, because the sun was lovely and warm. But then I went into the field, out of the shelter of the buildings, to poo pick and changed my mind about it!
I pootled off into Canterbury this afternoon, and, amongst other errands, bought myself new boots:
I really wanted something with a zip, but I didn't like any of the designs and didn't want to trust velcro, so I'll give these a go. I also tried on a pair with a modest heel, thinking to get something more wearable and less scruffy looking than the black suede stiletto ones I've had for years, and which made my feet hurt for a good week after I wore them all day at a wedding recently. Rather worryingly, my feet hurt just from standing up to try them on, and continued to do so as I walked back to the car.
When I got home, we took the pooch for a run in the last of the sunshine; she's absolutely full of beans at the moment, in pleasing contrast to when she was feeling poorly, presumably because it's cooler. We drove to the other side of the wood, and in doing so passed the Agricultural Equipment Of Doom that so terrified the horses. Brace yourselves:
You can see why they objected, can't you?