Wet or Wintery?
One of the reasons for moving to the South West was to lessen the chance of having freezing, snowy winters. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE snow when I don't have things to do ... you know, like horses to care for and therefore places I need to drive to. So, almost never, then ...
But yesterday's ride (right: snow patches seen through some soggy ginger ears) was actually a lovely mixture of winter and wet, without having too much of either!
I don't know about you, but I don't mind riding in the rain as long as it starts after my bum hits the plate! I have a lovely, long Jack Murphy coat for days like this which keeps me warm and dry and also covers H's back behind the saddle. Having said that - contrary person that I am! - the mud and wet are the two things I'm looking forward to leaving behind as the season rolls around towards Spring. Wheeling barrows of poo across frozen ground is a darned sight easier than through 6 inches of liquid brown soil especially when one of the fields is on a slope which gets very poached. It's like a rural version of 'It's a Knockout'. With extra mud. (I realise that by talking in inches and of ancient TV gameshows that I am giving away just how old I am but wait until I get started on jute rugs, New Zealands that stood up by themselves, gripping an imaginary £1 note between your knees and the saddle and boiling linseed on the stove top ... 😋) Where was I? 🤔
Oh yes - frozen stuff. Even we didn't get away without some heavy frosts and a sprinkling of snow over the last week down here on the south coast but as you can see, after 3 years out in all weathers, Mr Higgins' Halter Hangar Original is still doing its job keeping everything clean and dry.
And I'm pretty proud of it every time I look at it.