I woke early because I knew I had to go to the airport to collect daughter #2 – Flossie. She was coming home for our annual Eurovision family gathering.
Before I left, and as it was already light, and as everyone was already waiting, I popped round with the food buckets for them.
I also put the sheep where I wanted, but half of them doubled back and I put them into another field and now I was running late – ruddy sheep. I had to drive to the airport (1 hr 15 minutes away). I was early too and possibly the one there.
Floss and I came home via town, stopping for essential rations for Saturday night. Meanwhile, Daisy had been doing good work, brushing everyone in the big field.
I think Daisy had brushed a whole pony’s worth of fur from Fivla who was so much happier and looked wonderful.
It was lovely to see all the winter fur go at last. There are only 6 more ponies left to do – Vitamin refused to be caught. Her loss.
Then Floss and I walked down to the track so I could put sun-screen on Tiddles’ little pink nosey.
Flossie fed the ponies celery – their treat as we are having lots of treats too.
It’s only fair. T’is Eurovision week after all. This is our family tradition.
