Gymkhana Day!
Chelsea borrowed Willow for the gymkhana, so Willow was a member of the Red Team for the day. They started out with Musical Corners, which Willow did quite well in for a while, but then she got out.
Next was Bending and Willow won a dead heat to the finish to secure the win for the Red team. Go pony!
Then Flag race and Chelsea missed the flag on her first attempt so had to circle. Red team dropped a couple of flags so they didn't do too well in this event.
Then they went to the jumping and Chelsea jumped her over a few fences, accumulating 17 points and then jumping the small Joker for another 50 points, making up 67 points total.
Next was Barrel race and Willow clocked 25 seconds, turning tighter than Chelsea expected! She wasn't too quick between the barrels but she FLEW home.
Last was Handy Hunter, and she did quite well here, taking the low jumping options, but having no problems with the sack carry, maze or cross country jumps.
All in all she was a very good girl and Chelsea really enjoyed riding her.
Monday, January 5, 2009
PONY CLUB CAMP - Day 6
Mounted Games Practice. Ooooooh yeah.
I volunteered to teach Mounted Games from horseback, using Willow as "Demonstration Pony". I had no idea if she knew how to do games at all, but I do so I figured I could at least ride the patterns and show the kids a couple of tricks.
We started with the barrel race. I went first to show the pattern. Trotted to the first barrel and Willow turned so tight around it I nearly hit my knee on the barrel! Cantered to the next one, another tight turn. Cantered to the last one, turned tight and raced for the finish. We ran it through 3 times, and the last time we clocked 19 seconds from a standing start. That's pretty damn fast! Watch out for clips of it on YouTube :)
We moved on to the Bending race, and again Willow proved that she knew exactly what she was doing, and ditto the Flag race. I was well pleased!
We moved on to do some jumping. I asked Moneka to jump her first, as I'm not very brave at jumping and I wanted to see what she would do before I asked her to do it. So Mon jumped on her and took her over a few jumps. Jumping technique needs some work! She is quite keen and honest, but has no idea when to take off over a jump, so she rushes right up to it and jumps really late, kind of heaving herself over. To her credit I jumped her up to about 80cm and she didn't stop at all, she's got quite good spring in her hocks, but she needs to learn to see a take-off spot. I suspect no-one has ever taught her to jump, they just rode her at fences and expected her to do it. So I have a bit of work to do in that department. :)
I volunteered to teach Mounted Games from horseback, using Willow as "Demonstration Pony". I had no idea if she knew how to do games at all, but I do so I figured I could at least ride the patterns and show the kids a couple of tricks.
We started with the barrel race. I went first to show the pattern. Trotted to the first barrel and Willow turned so tight around it I nearly hit my knee on the barrel! Cantered to the next one, another tight turn. Cantered to the last one, turned tight and raced for the finish. We ran it through 3 times, and the last time we clocked 19 seconds from a standing start. That's pretty damn fast! Watch out for clips of it on YouTube :)
We moved on to the Bending race, and again Willow proved that she knew exactly what she was doing, and ditto the Flag race. I was well pleased!
We moved on to do some jumping. I asked Moneka to jump her first, as I'm not very brave at jumping and I wanted to see what she would do before I asked her to do it. So Mon jumped on her and took her over a few jumps. Jumping technique needs some work! She is quite keen and honest, but has no idea when to take off over a jump, so she rushes right up to it and jumps really late, kind of heaving herself over. To her credit I jumped her up to about 80cm and she didn't stop at all, she's got quite good spring in her hocks, but she needs to learn to see a take-off spot. I suspect no-one has ever taught her to jump, they just rode her at fences and expected her to do it. So I have a bit of work to do in that department. :)
PONY CLUB CAMP - Day 4
Day 3 of the trek.
We went out to catch the ponies at Wharekino, and unlike the day before at Ohourangi, when Willow whinnied to me and came over at my whistle, she had been badly influenced by her new friends, Roxy and Cinny, and the three of them ran around the paddock for about 20 minutes until we managed to herd them through the gate into the holding paddocks and grab them. Naughty girls.
We tacked up and headed out at the back of the ride, making up songs along the way. I did one of the gates and didn't have anyone wait back with me, which made Willow a bit annoyed, but I convinced her to stand still and behave herself while I put both tapes up and remounted, then we cantered on to catch up. The combination of green grass, excitement and galloping around yesterday had fried a bit of her brains out, and she jigged and bounced most of the way to our next stopping point. We had morning tea and then remounted, ready to head out onto State Highway 1 and across the Wharekino Trestle, the first of the 2 bridges.
The Highway Patrol stopped all traffic and we headed up onto the road and trotted in pairs along the highway. Willow and Brownie were paired up, and for the first time Willow outpaced her longer strided companion. We rode down onto the cycle track and along for a way until everyone was off the bridge, then came back to a walk. We crossed another small bridge on the cycle track and then went up along the ridge for a long way. That part of the ride soon became tiresome, as Willow jogged every time the horses in front of her trotted off, and they were doing it constantly. Then Brownie started jogging, which made Willow worse. Grr!
We eventually got off the ridge and up the raceway, and Willow came up with a new idea of "seeing as I'm not allowed to jog, I will swing my quarters into other ponies instead." That idea was quickly quashed by me, and we eventually dropped back further and further until we were riding with Karen and Jacob. Willow agreed to just walk if she was behind the tiny lead rein pony, so we stayed with them for a ways, then dropped back further to ride with Lucy, who was on Billy. Willow eventually realised that today was walking, not galloping, and she agreed to walk. We went past the cemetary and onto the stock route, then back across State Highway 1, around the back road and arrived at the racecourse.
I whipped her tack off and dashed for the hosing bay, arriving first (having strategically picked a yard at the closest end to the racing stables). Willow was very good and I hosed her down quickly and fed her.
Day 5 is Dressage Day which I did not participate in, so Willow got a day off.
We went out to catch the ponies at Wharekino, and unlike the day before at Ohourangi, when Willow whinnied to me and came over at my whistle, she had been badly influenced by her new friends, Roxy and Cinny, and the three of them ran around the paddock for about 20 minutes until we managed to herd them through the gate into the holding paddocks and grab them. Naughty girls.
We tacked up and headed out at the back of the ride, making up songs along the way. I did one of the gates and didn't have anyone wait back with me, which made Willow a bit annoyed, but I convinced her to stand still and behave herself while I put both tapes up and remounted, then we cantered on to catch up. The combination of green grass, excitement and galloping around yesterday had fried a bit of her brains out, and she jigged and bounced most of the way to our next stopping point. We had morning tea and then remounted, ready to head out onto State Highway 1 and across the Wharekino Trestle, the first of the 2 bridges.
The Highway Patrol stopped all traffic and we headed up onto the road and trotted in pairs along the highway. Willow and Brownie were paired up, and for the first time Willow outpaced her longer strided companion. We rode down onto the cycle track and along for a way until everyone was off the bridge, then came back to a walk. We crossed another small bridge on the cycle track and then went up along the ridge for a long way. That part of the ride soon became tiresome, as Willow jogged every time the horses in front of her trotted off, and they were doing it constantly. Then Brownie started jogging, which made Willow worse. Grr!
We eventually got off the ridge and up the raceway, and Willow came up with a new idea of "seeing as I'm not allowed to jog, I will swing my quarters into other ponies instead." That idea was quickly quashed by me, and we eventually dropped back further and further until we were riding with Karen and Jacob. Willow agreed to just walk if she was behind the tiny lead rein pony, so we stayed with them for a ways, then dropped back further to ride with Lucy, who was on Billy. Willow eventually realised that today was walking, not galloping, and she agreed to walk. We went past the cemetary and onto the stock route, then back across State Highway 1, around the back road and arrived at the racecourse.
I whipped her tack off and dashed for the hosing bay, arriving first (having strategically picked a yard at the closest end to the racing stables). Willow was very good and I hosed her down quickly and fed her.
Day 5 is Dressage Day which I did not participate in, so Willow got a day off.
PONY CLUB CAMP - Day 3
Second day of the trek.
It was drizzling all morning, and the weather didn't clear until lunchtime, so it was a wet start to the day. We tacked up and moved out, heading over farmland and on up to Wharekino (sp?) woolshed. About a 2 and half hour ride, with no major dramas except that we got wet. Oh, and some of the horses didn't much like riding under the irrigators, but they all sucked it up and got on with it in the end. We had planned to detour out to the beach, but the weather made everyone a bit grumpy so we went straight to Wharekino.
After lunch, the sun came out and Robbie, our esteemed trek leader, said he would take a fast group out for "a bit of a hoon" if we so desired. Most riders piked out, but a group of 12 of us decided to go along. I've been on Robbie's fast rides before, and he doesn't mean "let's go have a nice steady canter." He means "You better be able to keep up because I'm going for a gallop." As we grouped up, he sent Charlotte up to open the first gate. The second she was back on her pony, he was off through the gate at a canter and up to the top of a ridge. He sent his horse Dexter down a steep slope, leaving us scrambling along behind, then set off at a cantera long the bottom of the ridge. Willow was a bit shocked at the sudden burst of speed she was expected to put on, having been told to walk the whole way all day, but was happy to oblige. My saddle slipped onto her shoulders as we slid down the hill, but she was more occupied with keeping up and we headed off at a good clip along the gully, right behind Abby on Mr Moo. We trotted down the next steepest slope and then let them gallop along the flat and up the first hill. Abby pulled Moo up and I followed her example, while Robbie led the kids on for a way. We then sent them for a bit of a gallop around the paddock, while we sat and watched.
Fran caught us up and the four of us sat on the rise and watched the kids disappear across the top of the ridge. Leanne was with them, but she pulled her horse up halfway along and we suddenly realised that the kids were all out there with no adult supervision. Hmm. We waited for a bit, but no riders emerged, so we sent Fran, who was halfway down the side of the ridge, back up the hill to look for them. Soon enough we saw them coming back down into the gully, with little Charlotte Gray in the lead on her 13hh pony Moonshine Abby. They got yelled at for cantering down the slope as Robbie regarded it too steep to be safe, and then we all cantered on down to the next gate, dodging/jumping thistles along the way.
Through the gate, we got onto a dirt road and let the horses walk for a while. I was near the front, riding with Abby, and there were three kids ahead of us. Robbie was about 5 horses behind, and after about 2 minutes of walking (nice and calmly, on the buckle - go Willow) he turned off through a gate and galloped off through a paddock. Abby swung Moo around to follow and galloped off, and Willow followed suit. I turned in the saddle to see the three kids now about 40m behind me, just starting to turn around and follow, so I pulled Willow back to a steady canter and let them gallop past me, one by one. By the time the last rider had passed me, Willow was starting to get a bit annoyed, but I let her gallop on and we managed to catch up. We went up another ridge and Robbie took a path down the other side to my left, got to the flat and led off again at a gallop. I followed Trina along to the right, so that we could go down the side of the hill and bisect the galloping riders, so we didn't get left behind, but there was no track where we chose to go and it was very steep. I gave up trying to steer Willow along what I thought was the best path, and let her zigzag her own way down. She reached the flat just behind Viscount and was at the back as we galloped on and then up a sand track, dodging overgrown lupin bushes.
We followed a sheep track around the side of a hill at a steady pace, overtaking Viscount and cantering around the side to catch up with everyone else. We lost Fran for a minute or so, and contemplated jumping a full wire spar, but no-one was game enough, so we went through the gate. We cantered through a paddock and Robbie tried to get his horse to jump a pile of concrete posts, but Dexter got a bit stupid and kept running out so he abandoned that attempt and we went through the next gate into the raceway. We had already ridden through here on our way to the Woolshed, so we walked along beneath the irrigators, jumping a little bank on the way. Mitchell, Charlotte and Anna decided to have a race, so they cantered back to the irrigator and then galloped up. 14hh Smartie beat 13hh Abby by a nose, leaving 15hh Cinny in their dust. Go the little ponies! I rode back with Megan, and she was in the middle of telling me about her pony's history when the ride ahead of us galloped off up another hill, so that story had to keep for a later date. We pulled up at the next gate and I opted to head back from there as Willow isn't that fit and we were almost home. Anna and Trina went with me and we walked the horses back, arriving about 5 minutes before the rest of the riders.
We untacked and took our ponies over to the water trough, where I borrowed a sponge from Trina and washed Willow off with the dirty trough water. (Ew.) I rugged her up and turned her out, stacked my gear in the Woolshed, discovered I'd lost my camera, stressed out about it for a while, and then we threw Trina's horses onto the truck and headed back to camp, Robbie regaling Trina and I with stories of camp hunts and night rides from the past.
It was drizzling all morning, and the weather didn't clear until lunchtime, so it was a wet start to the day. We tacked up and moved out, heading over farmland and on up to Wharekino (sp?) woolshed. About a 2 and half hour ride, with no major dramas except that we got wet. Oh, and some of the horses didn't much like riding under the irrigators, but they all sucked it up and got on with it in the end. We had planned to detour out to the beach, but the weather made everyone a bit grumpy so we went straight to Wharekino.
After lunch, the sun came out and Robbie, our esteemed trek leader, said he would take a fast group out for "a bit of a hoon" if we so desired. Most riders piked out, but a group of 12 of us decided to go along. I've been on Robbie's fast rides before, and he doesn't mean "let's go have a nice steady canter." He means "You better be able to keep up because I'm going for a gallop." As we grouped up, he sent Charlotte up to open the first gate. The second she was back on her pony, he was off through the gate at a canter and up to the top of a ridge. He sent his horse Dexter down a steep slope, leaving us scrambling along behind, then set off at a cantera long the bottom of the ridge. Willow was a bit shocked at the sudden burst of speed she was expected to put on, having been told to walk the whole way all day, but was happy to oblige. My saddle slipped onto her shoulders as we slid down the hill, but she was more occupied with keeping up and we headed off at a good clip along the gully, right behind Abby on Mr Moo. We trotted down the next steepest slope and then let them gallop along the flat and up the first hill. Abby pulled Moo up and I followed her example, while Robbie led the kids on for a way. We then sent them for a bit of a gallop around the paddock, while we sat and watched.
Fran caught us up and the four of us sat on the rise and watched the kids disappear across the top of the ridge. Leanne was with them, but she pulled her horse up halfway along and we suddenly realised that the kids were all out there with no adult supervision. Hmm. We waited for a bit, but no riders emerged, so we sent Fran, who was halfway down the side of the ridge, back up the hill to look for them. Soon enough we saw them coming back down into the gully, with little Charlotte Gray in the lead on her 13hh pony Moonshine Abby. They got yelled at for cantering down the slope as Robbie regarded it too steep to be safe, and then we all cantered on down to the next gate, dodging/jumping thistles along the way.
Through the gate, we got onto a dirt road and let the horses walk for a while. I was near the front, riding with Abby, and there were three kids ahead of us. Robbie was about 5 horses behind, and after about 2 minutes of walking (nice and calmly, on the buckle - go Willow) he turned off through a gate and galloped off through a paddock. Abby swung Moo around to follow and galloped off, and Willow followed suit. I turned in the saddle to see the three kids now about 40m behind me, just starting to turn around and follow, so I pulled Willow back to a steady canter and let them gallop past me, one by one. By the time the last rider had passed me, Willow was starting to get a bit annoyed, but I let her gallop on and we managed to catch up. We went up another ridge and Robbie took a path down the other side to my left, got to the flat and led off again at a gallop. I followed Trina along to the right, so that we could go down the side of the hill and bisect the galloping riders, so we didn't get left behind, but there was no track where we chose to go and it was very steep. I gave up trying to steer Willow along what I thought was the best path, and let her zigzag her own way down. She reached the flat just behind Viscount and was at the back as we galloped on and then up a sand track, dodging overgrown lupin bushes.
We followed a sheep track around the side of a hill at a steady pace, overtaking Viscount and cantering around the side to catch up with everyone else. We lost Fran for a minute or so, and contemplated jumping a full wire spar, but no-one was game enough, so we went through the gate. We cantered through a paddock and Robbie tried to get his horse to jump a pile of concrete posts, but Dexter got a bit stupid and kept running out so he abandoned that attempt and we went through the next gate into the raceway. We had already ridden through here on our way to the Woolshed, so we walked along beneath the irrigators, jumping a little bank on the way. Mitchell, Charlotte and Anna decided to have a race, so they cantered back to the irrigator and then galloped up. 14hh Smartie beat 13hh Abby by a nose, leaving 15hh Cinny in their dust. Go the little ponies! I rode back with Megan, and she was in the middle of telling me about her pony's history when the ride ahead of us galloped off up another hill, so that story had to keep for a later date. We pulled up at the next gate and I opted to head back from there as Willow isn't that fit and we were almost home. Anna and Trina went with me and we walked the horses back, arriving about 5 minutes before the rest of the riders.
We untacked and took our ponies over to the water trough, where I borrowed a sponge from Trina and washed Willow off with the dirty trough water. (Ew.) I rugged her up and turned her out, stacked my gear in the Woolshed, discovered I'd lost my camera, stressed out about it for a while, and then we threw Trina's horses onto the truck and headed back to camp, Robbie regaling Trina and I with stories of camp hunts and night rides from the past.
PONY CLUB CAMP - Day 2
We were bused back down to Manakau at 8am, ready to ride out at 8.30am. Or so the plan went. In reality, it was more like 9.30. Willow was good to catch, and during the night had met up with her former next door neighbour, Roxy, who was violently defending Willow from every other horse in the paddock, regardless of whether that horse had any actual interest in Willow. Poor Brownie had been driven firmly away, but was already hovering around Roly, possibly remembering him from their time together at F---.
We tacked up, Willow so relaxed she practically fell asleep, and mounted. Brownie was already jibbing and being a bit silly, and I'd told Caitlin that if he was real naughty, we could swap ponies as Willow was sweet as. Not actually knowing what Willow would be like, but sure that she'd be better than Brownie, as bucking and rearing aren't in her vocabulary. Sure enough, 5 minutes into the ride Brownie was playing up, so we swapped ponies at the first gate stop and I rode Brownie for the next 4 hours.
Willow was a perfect little angel. Even when other horses trotted off in front of her (or cantered) she stayed at a walk if asked. She was very steady and quiet on the roads, and didn't put a foot wrong all morning. I was so pleased with her. Brownie, for his part, settled down by lunchtime, so after lunch we swapped back and I rode Willow for the next 2.5 hours.
She was such a good girl. Occasionally she would jog a little to keep up, but all 3 of the horses she was riding with were bigger than her and had longer strides. She's quite a short striding mare. We rode all the way to Ohourangi Farm, at the end of Moutere Rd, Levin. We tied up the ponies and had a snack ourselves, then released them in the paddock. There was WAY more grass here than in Manakau, and I started to worry. I gave pony her feed with Founderguard in, and crossed my fingers. Luckily, I had tied her up on the most dry, coarse patch of grass, and when I let her go, she and Brownie stayed in that spot and ate. And ate. And ate. I could only hope that she would not move around too much in the search for greener grass, but would fill her tummy with crappy dry kikuyu. We waved goodbye and headed back to the Racecourse.
We tacked up, Willow so relaxed she practically fell asleep, and mounted. Brownie was already jibbing and being a bit silly, and I'd told Caitlin that if he was real naughty, we could swap ponies as Willow was sweet as. Not actually knowing what Willow would be like, but sure that she'd be better than Brownie, as bucking and rearing aren't in her vocabulary. Sure enough, 5 minutes into the ride Brownie was playing up, so we swapped ponies at the first gate stop and I rode Brownie for the next 4 hours.
Willow was a perfect little angel. Even when other horses trotted off in front of her (or cantered) she stayed at a walk if asked. She was very steady and quiet on the roads, and didn't put a foot wrong all morning. I was so pleased with her. Brownie, for his part, settled down by lunchtime, so after lunch we swapped back and I rode Willow for the next 2.5 hours.
She was such a good girl. Occasionally she would jog a little to keep up, but all 3 of the horses she was riding with were bigger than her and had longer strides. She's quite a short striding mare. We rode all the way to Ohourangi Farm, at the end of Moutere Rd, Levin. We tied up the ponies and had a snack ourselves, then released them in the paddock. There was WAY more grass here than in Manakau, and I started to worry. I gave pony her feed with Founderguard in, and crossed my fingers. Luckily, I had tied her up on the most dry, coarse patch of grass, and when I let her go, she and Brownie stayed in that spot and ate. And ate. And ate. I could only hope that she would not move around too much in the search for greener grass, but would fill her tummy with crappy dry kikuyu. We waved goodbye and headed back to the Racecourse.
PONY CLUB CAMP - Day 1
I got a bit left behind with updating this blog, but I'll put Pony Club Camp in here as we just returned from it. Let me think back...
Day 1 was just arrival day. We were picked up at about 2pm and she loaded like a dream, walking straight onto the float. Travelled perfectly as well. We got to Manakau and dropped the ponies off at the Lammas' farm. There was more grass in that paddock than she was used to, but it was dry and I just crossed my fingers that she wouldn't eat too much. She never worked out how to use the grazing muzzle, and just stood around sulking for hours when I put it on her. She is on Founderguard now though which seemed to help.
Brownie was very excited to be in a huge paddock full of ponies and did passage all the way across the paddock. Willow put her head down and started stuffing her face. (sigh).
Meanwhile, we put our tack in one of the stables and headed up to the Racecourse and settled ourselves in.
Day 1 was just arrival day. We were picked up at about 2pm and she loaded like a dream, walking straight onto the float. Travelled perfectly as well. We got to Manakau and dropped the ponies off at the Lammas' farm. There was more grass in that paddock than she was used to, but it was dry and I just crossed my fingers that she wouldn't eat too much. She never worked out how to use the grazing muzzle, and just stood around sulking for hours when I put it on her. She is on Founderguard now though which seemed to help.
Brownie was very excited to be in a huge paddock full of ponies and did passage all the way across the paddock. Willow put her head down and started stuffing her face. (sigh).
Meanwhile, we put our tack in one of the stables and headed up to the Racecourse and settled ourselves in.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
DAY ELEVEN - Bareback and a Bath
Blasted feet warmed up again slightly overnight, but this morning they were okay. We are at the point now where there is nothing else to do, really. Spoke with her owners and they are going to get her a grazing muzzle for camp, which will be good and help keep the grass intake minimal. She has lost weight since she arrived, I noticed this when photographing her today and comparing it to the Day 1 pics. (See photos at http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=68746&l=b5cf5&id=549994304).
I decided to see if she was good to ride bareback, so jumped on and she didn't seem at all fussed. She's only 14.1hh but I can still only vault on if she is standing on a slope. Pathetic but true. I rode her through the paddocks and did all the gates mounted, which I haven't tried before. She was very good. We went along the track and there was a man spraying weeds in the willow grove next to the river, this was very scary until I called out to the man and he said hello back. Pony then realised that it was a person, not a scary monster, and settled quickly. We went into the river and splashed around a bit, then almost got caught in a bit of a current. Willow wasn't too impressed with me for getting her into a wee predicament and then complained by splashing the water with her front leg instead of standing still as requested. A couple of sharp words soon put a stop to that however. She settled and stood patiently in the water for a bit, then got a glimpse of the spraying man through the trees. Now he was all scary again and she was up on her tippy toes, dancing across the stones and being generally foolish. I told her to behave herself as I was bareback and didn't fancy landing on the rocks, and she managed to control her madness and resume sanity.
We wandered happily back to the yard where a lovely bath awaited. Hehehe. Pony was none too impressed with the idea of a bath, especially taking a dislike to having her mane washed, and was a bit finicky with her back legs as usual. But she settled eventually and I washed everything except her face and forelock. Pics on Facebook.
Tomorrow Roly is having his shoes done, so I will ask Heather's farrier to have a look at Willow's feet and see what he thinks, before I increase her workload again. There was very little heat in them today, happily.
I decided to see if she was good to ride bareback, so jumped on and she didn't seem at all fussed. She's only 14.1hh but I can still only vault on if she is standing on a slope. Pathetic but true. I rode her through the paddocks and did all the gates mounted, which I haven't tried before. She was very good. We went along the track and there was a man spraying weeds in the willow grove next to the river, this was very scary until I called out to the man and he said hello back. Pony then realised that it was a person, not a scary monster, and settled quickly. We went into the river and splashed around a bit, then almost got caught in a bit of a current. Willow wasn't too impressed with me for getting her into a wee predicament and then complained by splashing the water with her front leg instead of standing still as requested. A couple of sharp words soon put a stop to that however. She settled and stood patiently in the water for a bit, then got a glimpse of the spraying man through the trees. Now he was all scary again and she was up on her tippy toes, dancing across the stones and being generally foolish. I told her to behave herself as I was bareback and didn't fancy landing on the rocks, and she managed to control her madness and resume sanity.
We wandered happily back to the yard where a lovely bath awaited. Hehehe. Pony was none too impressed with the idea of a bath, especially taking a dislike to having her mane washed, and was a bit finicky with her back legs as usual. But she settled eventually and I washed everything except her face and forelock. Pics on Facebook.
Tomorrow Roly is having his shoes done, so I will ask Heather's farrier to have a look at Willow's feet and see what he thinks, before I increase her workload again. There was very little heat in them today, happily.
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