Equine activity centre

A check of the sausage factory early doors found Apollo the wonder horse curled up asleep in the yard. Now we both knew he should have been up on Willow Rise at the foot of the Bonsai Mountain but as the fencing is a bit suspect in places he has for a while been able to come and go with impunity.

As can be seen there is ab it of work to be done before any sort of security is gained, a whole section has succumbed to gravity. For the sake of appearances Apollo has stayed his side of the "fence" and most mornings we go through the pantomime of me opening a gate for him so he can access the bale of hayledge. He has aways been able to get to it whenever the urge takes him but as he is a good, well behaved boy he waits patiently. Clearly this morning he had something on his mind, food. Tracey, my beautiful and oh so patient wife shouted my attention as I attempted to eat my own breakfast at the very sensible time of 8.30 this morning. Someone had vandalised Hazel. Sure enough most body panels with the exception of the bonnet was in some way caved in. Forensic examination of the crime scene revealed white hairs, some three foot long, the perpetrator must have had an itchy arse.

Sure enough as we retreated to ponder our next move (and me to finish breakfast) the culprit returned for a second go. You can just make out some of the dents. Visitors to Rock HQ are always warned to park away from goats, trees, footpaths, pigs, dogs, potholes, mud and now horses are added to the list. Repair fence has been moved up the list and buy and Aston Martin has been moved down a few places.