Arch has been poorly - walking up and down the lane with him, my heart breaking because the diagnosis is : best if he goes home to Wales, now - it's been odd. He's been at his most beautiful. I love my horse, so I'd better let him go.
Finally, a gap in lambing allowed us to go out for a meal as a family, something we haven't done for months, and it was pure bliss.
Sitting in a warm, firelit village pub, with time to talk, and time to dream - I have one daughter who wants to go to the Royal Ag College at Ciren to do Equine Business Studies, and one who wants to do Veterinary Science, preferably at Bristol or Cambridge. So no holds barred. To sit talking and dreaming, to hear H talking about her job (she's holiday relief at a very smart local livery yard) and keeping things sweet with her 'owners' (her pony is on loan) and Boo calculating just how many exams she's going to have to pass ...
I hope it all comes true for them. Looks like I'd better work harder.
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Sitting in a warm firelit village pub. . . Ah, I'm envious! I loved reading about your girls' dreams.
But I am sad with you about Archie. It will be hard to see him go.
xo
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