Rip it up

Today was utterly horrid, constant battering wind of 50ish mph and lashings of rain. Myself and the horses hid in the byre a while and had a surprise visitor. Might have to start keeping a kettle and a tin of biscuits there.

Back home, a vile walkies at Lyde. Mr T likes to scrape the ground after he has a wee. Sometimes the road is covered in lumps of mud and turf. He can be seen all a blurr having dashed off across the road.

Wasn't long before I was returning to work. I am hoping Gorgeous has appreciated his little respite.