I thought I’d watch the women’s downhill this morning. While I cleaned my tack. Well it did get a little wet yesterday. Once again, the bonkersness of winter sports was laid out clear.

Watching Lindsey Vonn crash out was a heart in mouth moment. The fact she made it there in the first place was inspiring. Not only coming out of retirement, after a partial knee replacement and a torn ACL. She’s 41 and still has so much desire for a sport she loves.

It goes to show that age isn’t the limit that we may be implied. In fact there was a 52 year old woman in the snowboard slalom.

Winter sports are definitely high risk. Let’s throw yourself off a mountain and land on something a kin to concrete. Listening to the commentators, it was like top trumps of injuries!

I used to ski when I was younger. Nothing to this level. It was a huge adrenaline rush flying down the slopes. So I do get the appeal.

I ride a horse, which comes with a huge set of risks. And a very similar rush. I guess it’s another reminder that you have to enjoy the ride while you can.

I fell down a Winter Olympic hole this morning. Who doesn’t love a spot of curling with breakfast. I watched another match with my dinner. Team GB was smashing it out of the park so far. Long may that continue.

This evening, Dodo literally fell down a hole. Between me and the sofa. He’s snoring. Bert is snoring. I’ve had to turn the sound up on the ice skating. It’s a rock n roll Friday night Chez Langley.

The next few weeks will feature winter sports. You have been warned. Let’s just hope we don’t get any snow here. If we do, I might be tempted to break my skis out. Bert still pulls like a train on the lead. We could create a new Winter sport. Anyone know if skis work on mud….?!

It’s been a miserable day here today. I couldn’t feel my face, fingers or toes after walking Bert. Finally thawed out before I headed to the yard. After getting a bit giggy yesterday seeing crocuses, Mother Nature reminded me today that it is still Winter.

One good thing about Winter is the Olympics. My Curling obsession has started. And we haven’t even had the opening ceremony yet.

Watched two matches in the Mixed Doubles. Team GB are in good form. Curling is weirdly addictive. A bit like chess on ice. Bert wasn’t as keen as me. He snored his way through most of the second match.

Winter sports are pretty bonkers really. I guess I’m hardly one to talk with my choice of sport. I suppose you have to make the most of winter…

Bring on the bonkersness. Let the Games begin.

This is what happens when you pop into the Co-op for a few bits hungry. You’d think I would have learned that lesson by now.

I had worked up quite the appetite after jumping Buddy for the first time this year. I hadn’t jumped him since my last lesson in mid-December so wasn’t sure how he’d be. He was his usual wonderful self. Flying everything with ease.

I’d been feeling a little out of sorts today. Jumping my little boy definitely put a smile on my face. So did the cheese and onion rolls and Portuguese tart I ate on the way back from the shop. Saved a few pennies too.

Buddy has his first outing of 2026 on Saturday. Bit mental to think that it’s February and we haven’t been out in Toby yet. We’ve both benefited from a quiet January that’s for sure. His was definitely quieter than mine, but you get my drift.

Thought I’d give him a bit of a tidy up before the clinic. So he had a hot cloth, mane tamed and tail neatened. Well after my spa treatment yesterday, I thought it only fair he had one too.

He was very appreciative. Even if it did look like someone had lost a toupee in his stable.

Bert is next on the list. He’s rocking the fluffy legs look at the moment. After playing in the mud today on his puppy play date, he definitely needs a wash! So I’ll have to book him in his his spa treatment too.

It comes to something when your animals are higher maintenance than you are…

I’ve heard people say that Spaniels have no patience. They’ve clearly never met the Baby Sprocker when he wants a toy! He sat patently by his toy box for nearly an hour before he decided that actually dinner was a better choice.

I would like to say that we had been playing with his ball for over an hour before this. And the only reason the ball went away was so I could have a shower.

He also played with his new toy this morning as we did some training. We’re working on ‘wait’ while I throw the toy and send him to get it. Getting back off him is a bit of a challenge still but he’s getting the idea of it.

He also carried his ‘walk ball’ for nearly over an hour on our walk this morning.

So he has had more than enough ball games today. Clearly not in Bert’s eyes. He’s a little bit obsessed with his ball sometimes. Oh to be that easily amused…

Well we know how much I love Buddy. It appear I am coconuts for him.

This was a new one on me. Coconut treats. And yes, opening the bag was a treat for the senses. I honestly didn’t know that horses could eat coconuts. I know that coconut shells make a mean horse noise. But that was where I thought the connection ended. Clearly not.

Pleased to report that Buddy was a big fan judging by the way he tried to mug me for them.

All I had in my head was that song about Pina Coladas. Bet you’re singing it now…

Can you tell how enthused Buddy was that his quiet January is over? For someone who’s had minimal work this month, I had expected a few fireworks on the lunge. Understated was the word I’d use.

In fact understated was probably to word for today. You get days like that. Where nothing really happens. But things still do.

I was peopling this morning. That was nice. It was the last one before the lovely physio team move out of the building. I’ll miss chatting to them. It’s the end of another chapter there. Soon, the chiro will be moving to a smaller building. Which coincidently is the ground floor of the first building I worked in when I moved to Norwich in 2006. How spooky is that?!

It also means that I have lived here for 20 year (and one month). I missed the actual anniversary. Better late than never. See understated…

It’s so weird to think that last week I was walking round Pompeii. And after my massage tonight, my calves are definitely still recovering from the 35 miles or so I walked while I was away. They were a little tight. I’ll be feeling them tomorrow.

I’ll also be feeling today’s schooling session with Buddy. My dressage saddle is lush, but there’s no cheating in it. It puts me totally in the right position. I’m still getting used to it, that’s for sure.

I’ve definitely been playing catch up since I got back. It goes like that huh? It was a fantastic trip and one that will live on in my memories.

I’ve been so busy since I got back, I still haven’t downloaded the rest of the photos from my camera. Another chance to relive it. I will stop soon, I promise. It took 30 odd years to get there, forgive me a few more days of enjoyment.

Today marks 10 years since I said my final goodbye to Murphy. It broke my heart but it was the right decision for me and him. I said I gave him his wings to thank him for helping me fly.

Murphy wasn’t the easiest horse. He taught me so much. Only I could buy an eventer without having ever done a dressage test! I set the goal to event and I did. OK so there were a lot of bruises, tears, setbacks and achievements along the way. He was the one who ticked that box with me.

He paved the way for Buddy. The things I achieved with him have exceeded my expectations.

It was a privilege to be with Murphy at the end. I know it’s not something every owner feels they can do. It’s part of the reason I signed up to be a BHS Friends at the End volunteer. To support others.

I started my training today. A spooky coincidence I guess.