Mown down

I woke up this morning with a sense of determination. The kind of day where you end up saying ‘Right!’ a lot and springing into action (sometimes with a thigh slap for good measure).

I tackled the front lawn first. I say lawn. It was rather overgrown. It took 45 mins of huffing, puffing and lots of sweating to get it done.

Then it made the borders look really overgrown so plugged into a podcast and started the weeding. The podcast was really interesting. About values and how change can be uncomfortable because it’s hard.

Sadly rain stopped play (and my semi-dry washing wet again). Mad dash to get the mower and the washing in when the heavens opened.

So no doubt my lawn will already be growing again. Still at least it resembles a lawn now. It looks so much better when it’s done.

Murphy

7 years ago I said my final goodbye to Murphy. He was the horse of my dreams. He saved me from myself. After having my first ‘Pip blip’, I realised I needed another horse. A focus. An outlet for my stress. A reason to leave the office.

I’d always wanted to event. But never had the horse to do it. So when I started looking, I was keen to find one to achieve that dream. Murphy ticked every box for my dream horse. 16’2, KPWN, grey, event horse…

When I bought him, I’d never even done a dressage test. Let alone had the first clue how to event or what it entailed. I mean, how hard can it be?! Right?! Very it seems.

One of my strengths is determination. Sometimes to my own detriment. So I put in the hard work and after years of lessons, fall, bruises, highs and lows, we completed our first ODE. I was officially an eventer!

I’m eternally grateful that this gorgeous creature came into my life. He taught me so much. Tolerated even more. I loved him then and I love him still. And I miss his quirks.

He laid the foundations for Buddy. I hope he’s proud of how we’re doing.