A right shoeing!

Chester had his pedicure today, had Trixie not malfunctioned the whole of today's tale could have been about how brilliant the super smith was, how he managed to bend and shape 4 metal horse shoes to fit perfectly all by sight and no lazer imaging to gauge the sizes, but as he asked me not to tell you how brilliant he is or how may cups of tea he drank. So here's a picture of Crispen hanging around the van, either he wants a shoeing or he's having a warm up by the forge.