The horses are coming in at night now, which means more work for me, of course. Barnaby is notorious for door-banging in the mornings. I don't need an alarm clock. I noticed that Missis had thrown out the rugs she had in her kitchen, and an idea was born. John nailed one of them to the inside of Barnaby's stable door on Sunday night. What a brainwave.
So I woke up to peace and quiet on Monday morning and couldn't believe my luck. If this is the shape of things to come, I'll be happy.
So imagine my shock when I went into the stables to find the light on and Barnaby in the feed room, head stuck into a sack of Hi-Fi Lite! I was speechless, to be honest. I stayed very calm and grabbed his headcollar. He didn't object to me putting it on and leading him back into his own stable. I then went back to the feed room to assess the damage.
Fortunately Barnaby hadn't been able to get any of the lids off the feedbins, but he had eaten his and Zak's breakfasts. Marvellous. I was more concerned about how he'd managed to unlock his own stable door and the feedroom door, but highly amused that Simon had been considerate enough to switch the light on, rather than let 'poor' Barnaby stumble about in the dark.
I've used a leadrope clip to lock Barnaby in at night ever since, but then was worried sick that he'd try to jump out. Thankfully he seems to have realised the game's up and has stayed put. It's lucky he didn't get colic, too, isn't it?
I always wear hi-viz when I ride, but John and I have recently bought some new ones. Check these out:
But these vests are in a different league. Motorists are frightened to overtake me from behind, whereas normally they just go past. One woman was on her mobile phone, saw me and flung it onto the passenger seat!
It improves your riding, too. Being seen as a possible member of the Met means you don't want to let the side down. Barnaby could quite easily pass for a police horse, too, so I am thoroughly enjoying this new look.
I'd better go and lunge Zak.
Have a great day, everyone.