Glad the move is going OK.
I have moved about quite a lot but, the worse two moves were with my late boss.
Ever the optimist he arranged a date to move - several months ahead, but, nothing was ready.
There were five mares and foals, about eleven other youngsters and five or six ridden horses.
The stables were just about safe to use but there were ditches across the yard for water, electric and drains, to be negotiated. My cottage was nowhere near ready, so I had to live in a little trailer. Not funny with two dogs and a parrot!
None of the fields were fenced bar one so I had to turn everything out together. This was not as bad as it might have been but going out to feed was a tad hectic!
Actually moving was something else. Besides all the horses I had fifty or so sheep. The ewes went down in the horse box and I took the ram in the back of the Land Rover, along with a lot of other stuff. I had to stop for fuel and as it was assistant only service I felt sorry for the lad filling us up when the ram stuck his head through the window and let out a very loud "BAAAA" in the lad's ear, poor chap needed a laundry change.
I tell you I was so exhausted with the stress of it all - and I am not a stressy person. It was hard work as I had to cart water to the stabled horses and as it was all on the side of a steep hill, it was hard work.
Oddly, when I made the builder in charge carry all the buckets the water was connected the next day.
Worse thing was that I had nowhere to dry out wet clothes, hectic time but, I survived it.