Another mild pleasant morning. Such a good lad - loads of ponies, including nosy Shetland, and he muttered under his breath when I pushed him past, but didn't follow through. A lot of dogs too, which never bothers him, except for the ones that trail 10 ft leads behind them! Is this a new thing? I've never been aware of it until recently - surely the dog could get caught up in bushes and brambles? He trotted up nicely, though kept trying to peter out so had to work hard a couple of times! A lady has moved onto the field next door with the most gorgeous cob, and waxed lyrical about Hogan, as I did about hers. This is next to "Good boy" in the dictionary.



