18 January 2010
Feeling a Little Horse
We don't know where Martin's fascination with horses come from - perhaps it is genetic. But we can't work out what triggered off his love considering we have nothing to do with horses in our little village.
When he awoke yesterday morning Martin came into our room with a fresh nappy, wet ones, clothes and whatever else he needed ready to go. This was at around 8:30 and we weren't going to leave until around Midday.
The miniature horses are pretty amazing. Just like real horses only little. The horses are very inquisitive and quickly came in from the edges of the fields to check us out. There were lots of foals and horse families, all coming up close and personal. You can see from these photos how we were right amongst them all, close enough to pat and examine. There were about 20 horses in our paddock, enough for all to share.
The horses which were for shows were in other paddocks and our hosts were very happy to show us all their awards.
Notice how only Eric (and me out of the photo) were wearing a hat. When we left home at midday, the traditional local mid-summer cooling mists were rolling in to the village. By the time we were 5 minutes from home, there was no more mist, just a glorious clear Summer's day.
The generous winds fooled us into thinking it wasn't as warm as it was, so Lana and Ariel both came home a little redder than they would have liked.