Mud, glorious mud

Whoever said mud was glorious clearly hasn't been in the UK for the last few months, and most certainly does not own horses. But we finally seem to be coming to the end of the wettest period on record, and the ground is finally drying out.

Since being back home, it has been a complete nightmare outside. The first few days I was back, we were caught in the storms which battered Britain and flooded the garden and the fields. Although we were a thousand times luckier than others who were hit by the wind and rain, it was scary waiting to see the damage in the morning (which, thankfully, was minimal) and so frustrating hearing the rain fall, and knowing that there was no where for it to go. So the ground got wetter, the mud got muddier and we all got a little bit sadder.

Having a pony of my own means that the first thing I want to do when I return home is ride, and when I came back from France that was the last thing I was able to do. I couldn't properly work him because the ground was just too wet, and I couldn't go out because all of the bridle paths had turned into mud-skating rinks. Plus, doing anything else- like leading the horses in and out of the stables, or even just moving a wheelbarrow- was ten times more difficult. It could have been worse for us, but that doesn't lesson the frustration so I'm sure I'm not alone when I say BRING ON SPRING!

I hope everyone out there wasn't hit too badly, and if you were then I really hope the weather is kind enough to help you get back on track over the next few weeks. For now, let's just be glad that the rain has taken a break and the sun is trying to make an appearance! xoxo

My country boots have proved surprisingly mud and water proof!