Where are we this morning? 🐴

Poor Stormy is neighing and braying. I’m afraid we left him alone this morning:The horses are down the hill, and I’m trying to lead them up:Finally, we’re starting to move:Here’s Chezzie, taking his sweet time:While Rose thinks this is a race:Anyway, Stormy is the first one out, to make up for the distress we caused him:And first to get a carrot!Good things come to those who are made to wait. 🐎