The main worry with having a number of horses is TIME. Never having enough time EVER and the un-ending dark nights. But there is hope for us yet. Soon the clocks spring forward on the last Sunday in March which will make a huge difference.
Until then, my handwritten timetable of what to do and when will have to suffice. When I was revising for Law School way back and my nerdy timetable was the only thing that held my little brain together. I find the same works now and just about helps me to exercise two to three horses. I still run around like a bludy headless chicken, but at least I feel like I am actually running somewhere effectively.
During the week its generally ride before work and at lunch when I can, generally I get a very short amount of light after work so its a bit tricky to ride then but hey, mornings and lunch times seem to tide me over at the mo. The weekends are just a manic horse splurge of riding everything I can whilst sorting farriers, hay, feed and pooh picking whilst every now and again taking a second to look inside my car and see the mud splattered sides that permanently take hold of the interior, oh what a joy!
But, to be fair, would I have it any other way? Probably not. I love the mad dash from yard to yard and wondering what to do with the next pony, for one thing it doesn't give me time to think about what these mad buggers I have taken on might do next, although to date, no-one has put a hoof wrong.............
Until then, my handwritten timetable of what to do and when will have to suffice. When I was revising for Law School way back and my nerdy timetable was the only thing that held my little brain together. I find the same works now and just about helps me to exercise two to three horses. I still run around like a bludy headless chicken, but at least I feel like I am actually running somewhere effectively.
During the week its generally ride before work and at lunch when I can, generally I get a very short amount of light after work so its a bit tricky to ride then but hey, mornings and lunch times seem to tide me over at the mo. The weekends are just a manic horse splurge of riding everything I can whilst sorting farriers, hay, feed and pooh picking whilst every now and again taking a second to look inside my car and see the mud splattered sides that permanently take hold of the interior, oh what a joy!
But, to be fair, would I have it any other way? Probably not. I love the mad dash from yard to yard and wondering what to do with the next pony, for one thing it doesn't give me time to think about what these mad buggers I have taken on might do next, although to date, no-one has put a hoof wrong.............
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