Never a dull moment....

Sunday morning, got up late, decided I would undertake the thrilling task of cleaning the "fritoosie" (as we call her).



I had just finished, when I happened to glance out of the window and saw two loose horses trotting down the Route de la Boulzane.  The "horses" turned out to be mares, so they stopped a little way from La Folie to say "Bonjour" to Kater, Myriam's Arab stallion (or, I should say, ex-stallion, as he's just had the op!").  I kept an eye on what they were up to while Kevin 'phoned our horse expert Myriam to ask her what we should do.

Myriam calmly announced that we should close Kater in his stable to stop him getting too excited, then round up the mares and get them into the enclosure beside the stables.  Easy for you to say, Myms, you've spent your whole life around horses.  The nearest Kevin and I ever got to a horse in London was seeing one being driven past by a bored looking police officer!

I know nothing about horses, except that they have a leg at each corner and that one end bites while the other end poops.  Still, nothing daunted, I grabbed Athos' lead (which is actually a horse lead) and set off along the road.

On the basis that horses are animals and animals can usually be bribed with food, I persuaded Kater into his stable and shut the doors.

Then, armed with some leftover bits of baguette, I approached the mares.  To my amazement, the big one wandered right up to me,

 

so I snapped the lead onto her bridle and led her down to the paddock, followed closely by her smaller chum.

You may be able to see that during all this, snow was falling.  That's because it's bloody freezing!  I had to take a little sledgehammer to the ice on top of the water bin so that the mares would have something to drink until their owner arrives to take them home.

So much for a quiet Sunday morning at home....!