Disaster Recovery at Kensmyth, Clay Meadow – not here, not mine officer!

well we have had a fun time here at Kensmyth with commandeering sheep rescues in the early hours but not my escapees. I only helped. thanks to those drivers in the middle of the night who formed human barriers!

Those of you who regularly read my blog have unsurprisingly been curious so please heed this warning –

IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH DO NOT READ THE FOLLOWING 

Not my horse and not here, a Draught Colt foal belonging to someone else caught me on the back of the leg recently. Difficult place to heal so when went septic stitches removed but too soon and open wound and hobbling with bone chip, hopefully now on the mend.

Did I stop work? Me? Absolutely not,  but I have to thank the owner of the Colt for her quick tourniquet, my husband for prompt driving to A & E and the NHS for their care… and again for Kirstie the Shearer who stepped in to assist LOL Bless

There is no keeping a good Farming Girl down