I’ll be back
The title above holds the clue to why I’m sending this site out into the world.
The picture above is where I want to be right now. On my friend, Marble. A gorgeous coloured horse who likes nothing better than flying around a cross country course. You can tell by his ears and the big smile on my face that this was a great day!
Sadly, it will be some time before we are re-united. I’m currently lying flat out on a little made-up bed in my kitchen, with my laptop balanced on my knees at an odd angle. Sitting at a desk would be a lot easier, but that’s not a possibility right now.
I’m waiting to have an operation on my back. Prolapsed disc, sciatica, crutches, lots of pills and blah blah blah! I’m so aware of how many people have had this sort of injury, but hadn’t realised how much it can stop you in your tracks. It’s amazing and incredibly frustrating how not being able to sit, thanks to the crushed nerves, is so debilitating. No driving, no sitting at a table, on a sofa and certainly not on a horse. I’m not even able to walk far without crutches. I used to run around this farm in soggy trainers, rain or shine, with a pack of unruly dogs with me.
I’m a very active person living and working on a farm, with a young family to run around after, my horse and my gun dogs/pals, who right at this very moment should be running their little happy hearts out on the pheasant shoots. Instead here I am, stuck.
So what to do? I had been rolling around the idea of a blog for some time. But, you know how it is …time ticks on…life whizzes past. Only suddenly it’s not whizzing anymore. It’s stopped dead. Here is my perfect opportunity to sort all those random millions of photos into files, and jot down a few stories of my life.
You’ll find in weeks to come I’ll be posting updates on my daily life and thoughts, my plans for re-decorating this lovely old house, re-storing the gardens, new dog kennels I hope to build, conversion of a little old barn in the garden, training my gun dogs, planned puppies, walks and rides I’ve taken in the South West, and the day to day running of this Exmoor hill farm.
Putting pen to paper(I’m still an old fashioned girl at heart!) is helping me to remember those dazzling shoot days, the ride on the beach, my beautiful farm in all it’s glory, and it’s rawness, dear family and friends, how I came to be here at all, but above all, how very, very lucky I am.