‘Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.’ George R R Martin.
It was cold today. So cold that as I pulled into the car park at Epsom RDA the horses were all neatly lined up at the gate waiting to come into the yard. Being local celebrities with diva style temperaments this is a very rare sight. Moss forced his nose into his head collar before I had even undone the strap. And no it wasn’t the big fat hay net waiting for him in his stable that caused such a turn around in behaviour. He was so full of grass he could barely walk. So full indeed that he disdainfully glanced at his hay net upon entering his stable, closed his eyes and started to snore. I always worry when Moss doesn’t want his hay. He is very much a food man like my husband, normally tearing at his hay net with great enthusiasm. It was the cold. Even the horses couldn’t take it any longer Continue reading