This is exactly how I feel about living here in England. I wish this every day…I wish my family and my friends back home could feel what I feel, see what I see, taste what I taste. :)
We’re moving Lizzie to the new posh barn, although it is so expensive that it terrifies me. I may have to go to full care because they don’t like the thought of horse poo in the stalls and I can’t muck out at night. Excuse me – isn’t this a barn? No, it’s an equine display cabinet. But there will be solariums and massage units and hot walkers and cold salt baths to try to keep her sound.
The other night I was riding late at night in the indoor arena, and I heard whispering. Scared the hell out of me. The lights were off in the viewing gallery, and I could hear whispering…not really like actual people whispering, not the sound of wind, but full-on horror movie whispering. You know the sound. Scared me to death, and then I had the heebie-jeebies afterwards while I was mucking out in the dark, lonely yard. Such an odd feeling to have in a stable, which has always felt like the warmest, safest place in the world to me.
Back to work…too much work to do.