We went for a hack today but it was very windy and the rain came pelting down again before I was back in my field; we are all fed up with it.

My human thinks I am unpredictable; what does she expect when I am not quite six yet. I pranced about on the track I already know well and then walked straight over a bridge that many other horses think is inhabited by trolls.  I think it’s good to keep them guessing!