Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?

Yeehah!

Nurturing Nature

So far this week I have learnt the correct way in which to catch a rabbit, the incorrect way in which to catch a rabbit (apparently screaming whenever it comes near is a no-no) and how to bath a thoroughbred (I did one all by myself).

I have also learnt that it's impossible for a horse to throw up, but that's another story.

I'm not a country girl by any stretch but I enjoy being in the country, soaking up the fresh air and learning what I can about the differences.

This weekend we're helping to run an Equestrian stall at a horse show in Sherwood Forest. Robin Hood country, baby!

Photos to follow.

Crank

I awoke this morning with that feeling that follows a horrific nightmare.

I can't remember the details of my dream but I know it involved hippos and lots of water and it was scary.

The fact that we have had to turn the clocks forward, losing one hour in bed has not been lost on me, or my body - which is crying out for extra time - thus ensuring that I sleep in too late and wake in a cranky mood, unwilling to do anything but eat crisps and stare unblinkingly at the PC monitor, while the cat's stomach rumbles beside me.

I had a grand plan to paint my face and go climbing the apple tree in the back garden first thing this morning for the perfect photo op for my Three/Six/Five, but then I just couldn't be bothered.

So I will do two creative things tomorrow instead.

The Art of War

Sometimes you've just got to slap on the war paint and go get on with it...

(Collage by Heather)

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