Black Billy (again)

I’ve blipped Billy a few times but there he was again this afternoon when I went out to check the cows.
This morning I loaded Nellie on the float and took her out to her new home at Meadow Flat on the way to Bathurst, which renders me horseless for the first time in 41 years. Horses and motorbikes have been the only obstacles to an otherwise perfect marriage - now isbi was well aware of the motorbike issue years before she agreed to any commitments so she needs to wear that one. Horses are a little more complicated - she was well schooled on my interest in horse racing but maybe not prepared for my “hands on” involvement in the breeding and racing of horses. She might disagree, but like Basil Fawlty when he mentioned the war, I think I got away with it!