You have got to be kidding!

Just looked ahead on the five day forecast for our local area, and Wednesday is headed "Sleet Showers".

Oh please! Already? Sleet? Must it be so?

And clocks went back this morning, so it's dark an hour earlier and feels like hunkering down season is upon us.

No matter. Today was dreary and wet, but mild, and Max and I found a space between the raindrops to have a little trundle about. We worked in the school first for about half an hour on trotting and bending, and then went out up the lane to look at the geese and a brand new baby calf, then high tailed it back to the yard as dark clouds threatened.

I went back over at about four o'clock to return my clean bridle to the tack room, and also to give Max his morning's toast & marmite, which I had carelessly left behind.

I took it to him in his field, and as a result caused an outbreak of Commotion. Max may think of me as his, and all things I bring or hold about my person as his too, but the Other Horses see me as their food slave because that's what I do for them just about every day. They can't understand why Max gets special treatment, and Max is indignant that he is expected to share his person, let alone any treats his person might be harbouring.

Max is not the boss of the field, but second in command (of three, so second is a fairly lowly standing) and things got a little fraught as boss tried to muscle in on the marmite, and Max was torn between deference to boss, and righteous outrage over infringement on his total ownership.

He didn't share and he didn't back down, but he did position me between himself and the boss as a precaution. As for the third "low horse on the totem pole" he didn't even get a look in.