Maisie thought she'd be quicker doing it herself.
Having horses takes a special kind of devotion, somewhat masochistic in the winter time. At 8:30 this morning it was -11 degrees C, up from the night time low of -17. This meant we had to break up and scoop out layers of ice in the horses' drinking bucket before filling it up with water pumped from containers in the back of the car. David has an efficient and easy system in place so it only took us about 10 minutes. Nevertheless, my hands were numb by the end of it and, five hours later, I still haven't warmed up. Too long in the tropics. Maisie knows she doesn't get her food until the water job is done and often tries to hurry matters along [see photo].
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