Turning the horses out today with no rugs was such a pleasure. Seeing their sleek well covered bodies again in sunlight and much warmer than for ages brought it home that this job isn't always so bad. Remind me of that when the rain comes back and I'm wading, possibly with one foot only in a sock, in ankle deep boot sucking sludge! Look at that view and you can almost breath in the pure air of this first day of March in Herefordshire. The never ending muck shifting never seems so bad when the sun shines, the carting of haylage and placing it in neat piles on the drying ground is almost an art form, the gathering of the old spoilt haylage with our little rakes and adapted snow shovels seems easy-peasy, almost pleasurable as we see the bright shoots of grass appear into the daylight above. Funny how the beginning of March has the effect of turning a page in the book of seasons. I'm almost in my summer mode now and thoughts of shorts and ankle boots and cleaning off the rugs and putting away the haynets all spring to mind on a day like today. It's just good to see all our young and old horses and it's just good to be alive.
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