No photos, it was pouring with rain, sorry.
We moved the four lads (Charlot plus his 3 little Shetland friends) back to the big field where the Icelandics had been put the day before.
It was pouring with rain but the weather is due to get worse so it made sense really - more snow forecast. I can't bear it but life is much easier when the horses are all in one place where you can feed them quickly if the weather deteriorates further.
Anyway, I had just to lead Charlot while Jo negotiated the hill with her 3 little 'uns. Charlot waited for me to turn back around to close the gates while Jo charged forth across the hill waterskiing. We caught up and all went onto our track. I turned around again to shut the main gate while Jo was led to the main field gate.
It is funny how you think you are in control only to find that this is entirely due to the pony's decision to behave. So, Charlot decided that everyone has suddenly left him behind and he barged past me leaving me hanging onto his rope in an indignant rage. I hate bad manners, he wrenched my back and I hate bargeing.
So, in my fit of pique, I swung Charlot around and told him what I thought of that. I was not happy, I hurt and it was his fault.
I backed him up and made him walk nicely past the gate for five minutes, while all his friends hurtled off to annoy the Icelandics.
Charlot quickly realised that he had to do what I wanted or he would never get to join his mates so he did the bare minimum with grudging boredom. When I was satisfied that he had seen the error of his ways, I let him go to find his friends and he instantly went off sniggering at me.
I think we have reached the Kevin years now. I suppose the fun is about to start. The battle of wills against the unhelpful teenager. Ugh!
