Dodging the many thunderstorms The Lovely S and I stopped off at the yard on the way back from shopping in Worcester yesterday.
Unsurprisingly we were the only ones there.
Beech – as soon as he saw me – called out as if I was his long lost friend.
Perhaps he knew I had apples for him.
Surprisingly he doesn’t look in bad nick.
Beech drops weight worryingly easily, he gets stressed and he’s never been the world’s best eater.
At this time of year he’s usually looking his best but a couple of months of enforced box rest has left his coat looking scurfy and slightly dull.
His eyes are clear though; he’s as alert and interested in everything that’s going on around him as Beech usually is.
But he looks fed up; let’s face it, enforced box rest for months on end during the peak grass season…
Poor love.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the yard…
The lorry has had a visit from the signwriter.
The url for the main website (http://brennigjones.com) is now blocked out in six-inch-high letters on the rear and both sides of the horsebox.
As anyone who has achieved publication will tell you, an author is expected to undertake a programme of self-promotion.
My cunning plan (Baldrick) is that the lorry will act as a mobile advertising bulletin board,
As we travel around people will see the website address and (hopefully) check out what it’s all about.
I’m not really aiming to increase book sales for Crossing The Line.
All I’d like to achieve is to get the ‘brand name’ (to use the marketing cliché) further out in to the potential market-place.
Brennig.