I survived the flight and trudged out in the dark and wet to see my girls. Farrier coming tomoz which is good as Freya is lame on her front left. Hot tootsies, too much grass, fat horse, not a good mix. So tomorrow I am fencing off the paddock and giving them both a scrub down.
I'm not mad at my parents. They are not horsy and have honestly done a good job with them both, feeding them and making sure they are safe. I'm just a bit upset coming home to a sore pony. On the bright side, they were both happy to see me and Freya wasn't as freaked out by the torch as she usually is!
Watch this space :)
I am her eyes. She is my wings. I am her voice. She is my spirit. I am her human. She is my horse.