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Bert and I are finally back home. We’ve been away for 10 days all told. A lot longer than I expected. The journey back was long, but then we did do a couple of detours…

First up, we went to Martock. Don’t worry, I’d never heard of it either. It has a special connection for me though. It’s where my Grandfather (or Grampy) was born. I never met him as he died a few months before I was born. Bert is named after him. I don’t know exactly where he was born, so I had a little drive round and stopped at the church. Unfortunately it was closed so I couldn’t ask anyone.

It’s a very pretty place indeed. Lovely to check out my Somerset roots. Grampy was born in 1897. By 1901, he was in Glastonbury. Which was my next stop too…

I’d not been there before, so thought I’d detour again and check it out. It’s rather quaint. We headed up Glastonbury Tor too. There are some advantages to a puppy that still pulls on the lead. Going up was a breeze! So was the top, a very fresh one at that!

Coming down was more of a challenge. Bert just wanted to fly down the steps. I wasn’t so keen on getting a flying lesson!

Heading home, we drove past Stonehenge too. Bert’s ticking off ancient monuments as well. Does it count if you’re asleep?! Bless him, he slept most of the way home. Holidays are clearly very tiring when you’re a Baby Sprocker. One things for sure, I’m looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.

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So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life. I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began... I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover. I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling. The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020. This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!

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