Out and about

Finally a Sunday with beautiful, Spring-like weather. Still a bit chilly out of the sun, still a bit of frost first thing, but the days are warming up. It has been newsworthy that our daffodils, mostly still snoozing underground, are three to four weeks late. England in March is usually awash in bright yellow, bobbing heads.

That aside, it was a perfect day for a longer hack out, Max following his friend, the Ent. He was so relaxed about the whole thing he played one of his favourite games, which is herding The Man. Hangs back a bit, then stealth jogs up behind him and gives him a shove with his nose.

If Max gets scared, he tucks in right behind him (Max has no concept of his size and I suspect he believes this is "hiding"), if he sees something extraordinary the Ent must be shoved to make sure he sees it, too! If Max is feeling brave, he strides ahead, but uses his peripheral vision to make sure his companion is not far behind, and will stop and wait if he is.

So it was yesterday. Nothing spectacular, no mad gallops, no differences of opinion, just a pleasant stroll in the sunshine, then back home for a hot wash which removed a lot of loose hair and dust, which hopefully will make Max a lot more comfortable as he continues to moult.

That, along with the daffs finally raising their sleepy heads, is my sign of spring; a yard full of loose horse hair, dancing about on the breeze like tumbleweeds.