Stuck in the mud

THAT was an eventful day. A very early start in darkness to check that my three Connemara youngsters from Ireland have passed their first night in Cornwall uneventfully. They have all lain down, the hay is mostly gone, and they seem happy.

I try them unsuccessfully with a little hard feed – “what’s dat stuff?” They will eventually take to it, and before I can risk turning them out, they will have to be following the bucket around the stable or