Nor tomorrow.
I’d planned to school Big Vin over showjumps today.
Big Vin fancied a weekend off.
When I went to get him out of the field I noticed straight away he only had three shoes on.
So I guess he won.
Bum.
I spent some of the time productively; cleaned tack, shoved apples in to Beech and Vin (even if Vin didn’t deserve them for removing his off-fore shoe).
And now I’m back home, serious thinking done.
Cleaning tack is like that – productive time for serious thinking.
Sigh.
I’ve decided that I’m going to retire Beech; this fracture is one injury too many.
So once the vet’s given us the thumbs up I’ll start looking for a retirement home for him.
Sad.
Brennig.