I’m a big girl and I need help getting up on that horse of mine, even if she’s actually not very tall. My husband decided to be the saviour of the day and built me my very own heavy-duty stool for this purpose.
I was slightly worried whether it’d be solid enough, but as it turns out, it’s been properly stress tested. Thank you, Cassie and Lucia. If it doesn’t break under a Welsh Mountain pony, it’s not going to break under me (and I am desperately wanting to stress test it with Emilie next, just because).
February is the coldest winter month in Denmark and this week we’re feeling it for sure. I’ve been taking pictures left, right, and centre of the ponies — some of them with the snow of a winter wonderland, some of them without. We do get a lot of snow, but unfortunately, most of it only lasts a few days before melting. Temperature today? Minus five degrees Celsius in the mid-day sun.
Fastelavn is coming up! For those of you of an international disposition — this is the Scandinavian equivalent to Halloween except that the costumes don’t need to be scary or spooky. The custom dates back to Catholic times, and of course dressing up the ponies is traditional. I’ve collected costume pics horses all year, just for this.
As with other picture collections from the internet — if you’re the owner of one of these pics, please let me know, so I can give you proper credit and a link back to your site (or remove the picture, if that’s your preference).
The weather is being very strange of late. It’s considerably warmer than you’d expect for January, for one. And with all the rain and occasional snow we’ve been getting, the ground is really wet. Add heat to damp fields, and what you get is bizarre mistscapes as the moisture evaporates, blotting out the sun.
And horses being turned out in the morning to inspect the outdoors arena for the first time. It had grass so … Well, the husband was welcome to exercise himself but the girls were busy.