I am SICK of WINTER !
I know, I know - not the most productive of moans, and poor Canada have got it worse (judging by some of stormarion's photos).
But I'm just getting so depressed with it all .
It drizzles all day (interspersed with amazonian-like downpours which arrive and leave with zero warning!), the airs bitterly cold and is made colder with all the gale-force gusts of icey wind we're getting.
It's been like this all of last week and is due to continue all of this week too.
We have no indoor school (and at the minute, no time to travel to our nearest one), and (whilst I pride myself on being an all-weather gal ), it really is too cold, too boggy and too unpredictable (it throws it down painfully hard at a moment's notice) to ride.
As separate issues they're tolerable, but altogether it's too much .
Benjy's got mudfever, Grotbag's showing the beginnings of it, my arthritic hip is playing hell up, Ruby thinks all the puddles are never-ending-pits-of-doom (so my toes get trodden on daily as she performs airs-above-the-ground at the end of her leadrope), and my "water-proof gloves" are in fact anything but!
Rant over. Bring on summer!
I know, I know - not the most productive of moans, and poor Canada have got it worse (judging by some of stormarion's photos).
But I'm just getting so depressed with it all .
It drizzles all day (interspersed with amazonian-like downpours which arrive and leave with zero warning!), the airs bitterly cold and is made colder with all the gale-force gusts of icey wind we're getting.
It's been like this all of last week and is due to continue all of this week too.
We have no indoor school (and at the minute, no time to travel to our nearest one), and (whilst I pride myself on being an all-weather gal ), it really is too cold, too boggy and too unpredictable (it throws it down painfully hard at a moment's notice) to ride.
As separate issues they're tolerable, but altogether it's too much .
Benjy's got mudfever, Grotbag's showing the beginnings of it, my arthritic hip is playing hell up, Ruby thinks all the puddles are never-ending-pits-of-doom (so my toes get trodden on daily as she performs airs-above-the-ground at the end of her leadrope), and my "water-proof gloves" are in fact anything but!
Rant over. Bring on summer!