Although Julie Andrews suggests we start at the very beginning, I am jumping into our English adventure somewhere later. These pictures sum up the past few days which have been thoroughly exhausting, mentally and physically, but which ended with this - a little girl at the side yard fence, showing me which one she likes best. The mares are named now (never mind what names they may have had previously ; )) and have already begun to hurry over when they see Moira come outside, knowing she comes bearing gifts of apples or carrots.
Our long, tiring journey ended here, in the garden of an old Georgian farmhouse on an organic grain farm. It is very like being dropped into a James Herriot novel and I feel incredibly blessed for the peace found in the evenings exploring this rambling place. I hope you will enjoy exploring with us.