A new face

Why the long face? This mister here is an escape artist. Twice he snuck out of the stable, his mum can’t follow and panics, the little one is too daft to find his way back in. There’s an upside to living at nights, catching foals.


Harvesting wood

Horse and cart ride, my kidneys are lost, presumed floating somewhere close to my larix. Wooden plank as a seat and rough terrain made me happy to walk back alongside the cart when we had filled it up. Twice. But free fire wood which is excellent.