Ripley is a tad confused over her new role as a mum so is adopting cuddly Christmas decorations
but the good news is is that all the pups are still alive and well, three are getting very chubby, one is being fed every 3 hours by syringe still but we are hopeful she will make it.
Totally ignoring the advice from Big Rob the mighty osteopath who has replaced Agnes, yours truly decided that sitting on his jacksy watching daytime TV was not as much fun as waiving all health and safety rules and finally fitting the guttering to the stables some 7 years after they were built. As ever the lack of proper stuff meant that Stan had to be used as a step at one end which was fine provided nothing fell off the roof and through the rear window. I mean, how likely is that to happen. A million to one chance.
So for much of the day I was defying gravity and slowly and surely
the gutter was fixed and all was well, right up to the point the small god of gravity got fed up with my success and
and this much you know yours truly is not going to be able to clear the area of horse doings with a shovel and wheelbarrow so as its the new year we are off to a fresh start by having a massive JCB come up and clear the area.
This cunning plan was almost ruined when a tree which hithertoo had done nothing to draw attention to itself other than be covered in lovely yellow blossom annually decided to fall over and block the lane.
Which is why yours truly was out in his boxers chainsawing the naughty timber into manageable chunks to clear the way for the way clearer.
Which arrived and did a grand job.
Moving all the doings to the a better place where we will step in it less.
Doing a grand job theme ....Rippers tending the pups, well 3 anyway
as we are feeding Riley the smallest puppy ever every 3 hours a the moment.
The post Christmas ride took place in excellent weather , an interesting route with the first climb being this one, to the top of Stanner.
This involved a lengthy winding route up
and for some involved as much pushing as riding.
Has to be said all of us were feeling the effects of Christmas and lack of proper exercise.
One of us particular was feeling the burn
as it was in reality his first ride on his new toy. What he said at this point cannot be repeated in company and involved putting the bike somewhere dark and entirely unsuitable for bikes. We managed to persuade him to carry on a shortened route
via Chris's Cycles for mince pies.
Which cheered me up no end but didn't improve his speed.
The final obstacle was the river crossing which we managed without drowning or recourse to the bridge.
A good time was had by all, well two out of three ain't bad!