Meg

A filthy day of weather which only got slightly better as we headed out in the afternoon.  We dropped in to the stables, did the chores and spent a few minutes with the 'old' lady.  I made the mistake of not taking any treats into the paddock with me.

As I returned to the manure heap, she again came up behind the concrete wall that separates the heap from the paddock and looked over at me.  I must do her a good portrait as each time I see her she seems to have acquired a few more characterful grey hairs.