Yesterday was a beautiful day, so I headed out to see my lovely girls. Someone was letting off huge blasts with a shotgun, so Zanny was all stirred up and hardly registered her carroty treats. I snapped a couple of photos of the girls trotting around their lovely grassy paddock. Zanny is holding her weight so well, so I'm thrilled. She gives so much to her foals that she can get very skinny.
I have been thinking about that horrid thing Grandma had on her wall a very long time ago, which was called "A Round Tuit." I remember feeling a bit irritated by it, but also knew it was rather clever. I am trying to get around to doing a few jobs I've had on the back burner. Remember my shirtwaister dress?
Of course Miss Dog and Mr Mouse were close by. Mousie loves the ironing board.
Miss Dog and I went for a walk this afternoon around the nature reserve and through the new subdivision nearby. I wanted to test out my new sneakers, as they have sat in their pristine glory since I purchased them well over a week ago. I was thrilled with them. My old ones hurt my feet. I'm starting my fitness regime in preparation for Zanny coming back into work (eventually). I need to work on my back too because that is my biggest impediment to improving my riding. It goes into spasms when I'm out walking. No excuses though- yesterday I watched Anthea Gunner, who is a paraplegic Paralympic dressage rider, trying out one of my horsey friends. She is overcoming an enormous challenge to ride, and she was amazing to watch. Very inspirational.
Another riding inspiration (of a different kind) is Jennifer Saunders, who was on TV last night with her Back in the Saddle programme. I loved it, and was incredibly jealous since I am temporarily grounded. I couldn't work out how she was so confident at being up there cantering around so quickly, until there was one brief comment about hunting made during her conversation with Princess Anne. Jennifer has a lovely dun horse and she must go out hunting on him, which would explain her confidence in the saddle after such a long break. Plus she can probably afford to buy a wonderful bombproof "schoolmaster," as lovely trustworthy, experienced horses are called. I'd love to meet her and her horse and have a good old horsey gossip with her.
I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I mustn't go off the boil with the dressmaking! So I will be learning how to make buttonholes on my sewing machine, and would be very pleased if I discover that it has an automatic button sewing on function as well. That would save some time, and then I might get around to working on another of my many unfinished projects.