A wry take on life from an independent-minded horsewoman, long-time hostage to an old stone farmhouse with too much garden in South-West France. An Unexpected Visitor for Christmas. Friday, January 5, 2018. Christmas rolled in here on chilly billows of dense fog. Not that the animals expect the day to be any different from their usual routine and, with the exception of a heartier-than-usual dinner, neither do we. So, where was I? Really did appreciate the thought.

I also am a photographer. Riding with depression a blessing and a curse. Especially when I am forced to wear a respirator these days due to my asthma and terrible hayfever.

Sunday, May 31, 2015. For a couple of months and finally found the time to import my blogger posts to it. Just look at precious pony! .

A rider curses because her horse refuses to be bridled. The mouthpiece might be a snaffle. What kind of shocks me is the ignorance concerning its mode of action.