A rose by any other name…

I don’t even know where to start with this one.

I think I’d better go chronologically or I’m going to be all over the place and make even less sense than normal.

First off, we had a lovely chap come in to give the entrance hall floor a polish and an oiling, I’m so pleased with this, it was just about the same price as getting a carpet and I think it makes the place more welcoming and a whole lot lighter.

This is what it looked like before:

During (I have increased my rather large collection of builders bum photos yet again, it’s not deliberate I swear):

And after:

I’ve been busy in the garden, trying, mostly failing to keep the weeds under control in the veggie patch and the front borders.  Mags inspected my runner bean arch, I think she found it acceptable.


We had a visit from Mr and Mrs C snr and we all worked our butts off burning the majority of the debris left by the tree surgeon, that was a very hot fire, we had the hosepipe and watering can on standby, but as I’d damped down the ground before we started we only had a few incidents of it getting away from us. I can understand why ash (the tree type) is favoured for wood burners.  I think one more, much smaller fire, should get rid of the rest of it.  Hugh the tree surgeon/squirrel with a chain saw should be coming back next weekend to take down the remainder of the ash tree, he needs his “big” chainsaw to do this and it’s currently awaiting some parts.

MrC snr found a baby bluetit in the living room, quite how it got there is a mystery, it’s fledged but couldn’t fly yet. Normally you should just leave them alone, Mum and Dad will be nearby keeping an eye on them, but I checked and we had no other bluetits in the house, so we put him in a box (that he could escape from) outside, no idea if he survived, but I hope so, pretty little fella.

My main project has been to continue painting the outside of the house, I’m getting there, little by little, bit by bit.

My darling hubby has mowed the lawns, all 371 of them (ok a slight exaggeration, but it feels like that sometimes). A freshly mowed lawn just makes the place look wonderful, the grass in the paddock is getting a bit out of control.  I have taken steps to remedy this though…


Cue my lovely friend Anne, she’s been almost as excited about the thought of me getting a pony as I have, and she took me out to see her friend Sam, who has the most wonderful yard I’ve seen in a long time. Loose boxes as big as our living room, happy contented horses, a lovely schooling ring, everywhere swept clean and mucked out.  Sam thought she might have a pony that would fit me, I was a bit dubious, I’ve lost my nerve around horses a bit, cut me some slack, it’s been 25 years since I was involved with them in any meaningful way.

Anyway, she introduced me to a little Gypsy pony called Rosie, she was soft and sweet in the stable, loves being handled and groomed and has a kind eye. After she was tacked up Sam put her through her paces in the school and she goes nicely, no spooking or head waving which are traits I can’t stand in a horse.  Then it was my turn, and I have to admit my stomach was churning a bit, but damn me, that little sweetie realised she was being driven by a complete amateur and when she couldn’t quite make out what I wanted her to do, she just stopped, and waited until I got myself together and off we went again.   I’m pretty sure she’s not going to cart me into bushes or try to climb trees, and that made me more confident sitting on her.  So basically I fell head over heels in love with her.


However, MrC needed to meet her before I could take it any further, and bless him, we went to see her that evening (thank you Sam for keeping the yard open for us late). She was as affectionate and kind with him as she had been with me, so subject to a vetting (which I have no doubt she’ll pass with flying colours) we pressed the “buy it now button” and she’ll be coming to live with us in about a month.


She’s staying with Sam for a bit longer for some extra schooling (although she’s 7 years old, she’s only recently been backed) and Sam is going to give me some lessons on her so we bond properly and there’s less chance of any upsets when she finally does come home. Also I’m still waiting for the stables to be put up.

So yeah, bought a pony…


<Edit>  When we moved here, I thought it would take 3 years before pony happened, I went to see Rosie, 1 year and 364 days after our offer on the house was accepted 🙂

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