Life takes on an exciting new edge
I’ve told you about the utter ball ache that is getting firewood each day in order to heat our home and water before, I know. But these days it has taken on a whole new dimension of difficulty and danger. And not just from passing out when attempting to blow life into the fire.
No, these days I live in fear of being kicked to death in the process.
Not only do I need to dress like an Arctic explorer and drag a trolley through snow to the wood shed, I have to run the crazy horse gauntlet. Passing through the horses field with the log trolley seems to be having this effect on my horse lately. God only knows why. (I couldn’t edit it for some reason, so you need to wait until about 1 min in before she really gets going. I had obviously retreated to safe distance by this point).
Thankfully, she is pretty accurate with her kicks and rearing, she’s only playing, showing off, and they are all well aimed to miss. At least, they seem to be so far.
*straps baking trays to body before venturing back outside*
I'm Heather, an ex expat, now back in blighty and living in Lancashire. Which is just like Lapland only less snowy...and stuff.
Gawd…log trollies, horses in fields, snow….it’s like the life and time of Grizzly Adams x
Aye. It is that at times
Crikey. Crazy horse. Snow madness?
maybe that’s it!
Goodness! Has she got any Lipizzaner in her – there’s some great moves there!
She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? And she loves to show off like that. thankfully she doesn’t pull those moves when you are sat on her back!
You know, horse meat is a cheap alternative to beef…
and makes really great salami…
Jeepers!Taking your life in your hands there, Missus – that horse has some game!Anyway, why can’t your husband collect the firewood?Why have a horse and neigh yourself?
Good and Safe Sunday to ya.
ps just thought I’d pop back and redeem myself from ‘Plastic Bag-gate’comment!
she certainly does that! And why? Well, I could expound on this but I won’t for sense of decorum.
Christ, it’s all that white stuff she’s been snorting.
Oh, that’s snow?
that would explain things tho…
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZO!!!
Aye scary indeed…
Has more respect for both you and also my central heating…
Don’t fancy yours much. EEk!
what do you mean? Mine is the shetland pony!
I have a solution. As you actually own the crazy horse you can do whatever you want with it, like sell it for example. Or at least put it in another field, tethered, while you bring in the logs. I can’t bear much more of this Laplandish winter. Another solution would be to come and stay with me until June.
The horse certainly seems to have a lot of energy.
Maybe it could be channelled to something useful?
Oooh. There’s something strangely and quietly beautiful about that video Heather. Might watch it again actually…
I think they think you are there solely for their amusement – I had a pony years ago who did the same whenever I used his paddock to jog around in an attempt to get fit every spring. In the end I had to run with a long pole to fend him off! I suppose we both got fit together.
Now, about these logs – why on earth don’t you store them closer to the house?