Christmas

I arrived at the yard the other morning to the twinkling of fairy lights and the arch of Dudley`s posterior peeping through the stable door. Christmas is everywhere at the yard, from the beautiful lighted tree outside the back door to the house, to Blue`s red Christmas stocking and sparkling tinsel hanging from his door. That the poor boy is clearly scared of the yuletide objects seems to have been overlooked. No such fears for Dudley - if he`d even been offered them he`d have made short work of devouring the contents and picking off the tinsel.

Today was even more exciting (on a small scale you understand; I don`t `do` Christmas!) because it snowed! As I turned off the lane into the drive I could see the twinkling lights of the distant yard, the green fields now white and a thin layer of soft white snow perched atop the fencing. It was a magical scene of festive anticipation. Dudley was less amused to be stuffed on the walker with the others while the workmen pummelled and pounded some tarmac into holes on the drive beside their field. He`s a happy sort, Dudley, too short in stride to keep up with the long-legged others, hence the odd hoppity skip to keep up. Yep, he`s a happy sort!