winter gales

are upon us again. The only good thing about it was that it was a good drying day, so the laundry i hung out in glorious sunshine this morning (before 0700, folks!) was dry when i got home. But I hate a howling gale, so just fed molly and turned her out again. It's quite sheltered in the field as we're down in a dip and don't get the worst of it, but to ride anywhere would have been exposed to that. Others were brave enough, but I certainly am not (anyway, gales make me angry, which isn't a good mood to be in when riding, especially when you are angry anyway, as I am tonight!)

Roll on spring, anyone?