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Marty and the osteopath.

I had this dream last night in which I was out walking with Marty - possibly somewhere in Somerset, possibly South Wales - and Ben and at least one other person were our ground crew and were driving this big 7.5 tonne horsebox. They'd got a puncture so I arrived at the village ahead of them, and then for some reason I'd taken Marty's halter off. I wanted to hand-graze him while we waited so I just slipped the rope round his neck and led him out to graze along the verges. There was an endurance race or something going on and there were a lot of horses coming in and having a stop-over, but Marty just ambled along, munching as he went, and it was a lovely sunny day and everything felt great.

So it was quite funny when I woke up, checked my email, and saw poniesandphotos comment about using a neck rope on Marty!

We had Gavin Scofield, a cranial osteopath, out to see Marty this morning. He was a bit fractous by the time Gavin arrived as I'd actually caught him an hour earlier because that was when we'd needed to move fields, and I didn't think it was worth turning him out as I'd only have to catch him again half an hour later. So he came in and was groomed, and we did a little bit of work on asking for precise steps forward and/or backwards because he didn't want to stand still and was being a bit silly because his mates were out of siight. Then I hand-grazed him for a bit until Gavin arrived.

A very interesting session which I probably haven't explained very wellCollapse )

He's coming back out before Marty goes off for training, but is confident that should be the last session. He reiterated how smart Marty is and said that he realised he was being helped and understood what he needed to do very quickly. The thing with this cranial osteopathy is that it's very gradual and is about teaching the horse to break these old patterns and learn to carry themselves properly, rather than simply pushing things back into place; so a long-term change rather than short-term, I guess. A lot like horsemanship, come to think of it.

100 Songs: 4/100 - The Boxer

Song Four: The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel cover by Jonne)

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

Jonne is the vocalist from folk metal band Korpiklaani, but in 2013 he launched his acousitc solo album which is influenced by Shamanism and his Sami roots. I was thrilled to see this title on the playlist as I love the original song! And this is a great cover.

(that is Jonne in my icon, from a photo I took of him at Bloodstock one year. I later met him after listening to Europe's headlining set - he'd been right behind me the whole time!)

Birthday boy!

Marty's 6th birthday is on the 1st March, but we celebrated today as the weather is supposed to be vile tomorrow. I did a big ol' photo post over in Mulography which I am too lazy to reproduce here, so if you want to look at a bunch of stupid photos ... help yourself. :)

100 Songs: 3/100 - Against The Tide

Song Three: Against The Tide (Celldweller)

I finally get what you've been saying
Now that we're knee deep side by side
The storm clouds are circling above us
As we struggle against the tide

This meme is turning into a "here's a random song I love but haven't listened to for ages - until it suddenly popped into my head again, and I remembered what an absolute tune it is". So, here's a little bit of alt-metal/electronica for you. The reason I like this song so much is that it reminds me of one of my favourite books, Moonfleet by J. Meade Faulkner. The lyrics are weirdly accurate (although the style doesn't quite match a 19th century book about 18th century smuggling, I guess! A modern day AU?).

100 Songs: 2/100 - Whisper of Angels

Song Two: Whisper of Angels (Amici Forever)

I'm the rush, the fire in your veins
Across the desert plains I ride
I'm the ache, the sound that midnight makes
A streak of star across the sky

I'm not just going through my W songs, honest. :P I'm not sure why this one popped into my head today, but I guess it is fairly appropriate. Amici Forever are an operatic pop group of four classically trained vocalists and this is my favourite song of theirs - a lyrical version based on Pavane by Gabriel Fauré.

I'm using this video to share it as it was this YouTube fan vid which introduced me to the song and the band. It features clips from the Granada series of Sherlock Holmes, with Jeremy Brett as the Great Detective (the definitive Holmes, in my opinion).

100 Songs: 1/100 - Welcome Home

So I've been inspired to take part in the 100 Things blogging challenge - yeh, yeh, I know, another thing that I probably won't commit to. :P Whatever. Hey, at least it won't involve me talking about my bloody mule!!

Long term friends may remember when I used to do Folk Metal Sundays, or my weekly Songs What I Does Like post. I've been thinking about starting them up again because I love music and I love sharing music. So when I saw this challenge, I figured I could combine the two.

This list is going to be entirely random, non genre specific, and will just feature songs/bands that I happen to be enjoying at the moment or really want to share.


Song One: Welcome Home (Radical Face)

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost

I consider myself a metalhead, and yet I think this little indie folk project is probably my favourite band at the moment. It was really hard to choose a song to share with you, but I figured I'd go with their most well known one, and the song that introduced me to them; if you recognise it, it's because it was used on a Nikon advert a few years back. I fell in love with the music and my little brother tracked down the band for me.

I love how the songs are a mixture of hope and sadness; I love the gentle melodies; I love the quietly clever lyrics. The cool thing about Radical Face is that all of their albums are interconnected - each song is about a member in this family saga that spans generations. They've recently - as in the during the last month - uploaded a family tree map so you can trace the stories and see which ones are connected. I've had a lot of fun checking to see if my theories were right!

I've bought tickets to see them in London in April and I can not wait. :3 Also, I can't garauntee that this will be the only Radical Face song I share on this list - they have a new album coming out next month, after all.

New homes for frogs.

Ben and I went to the South eastern Heavy Horse Association show yesterday (photos from that to follow), and on the way back we stopped by a place called the Purple Pet Shop on the off-chance that they might stock horse feed. They didn't, but what they did have was an amazing reptile and amphibians section. :D

I was totally inspired by their gorgeous vivs, so I came away with a coupe of bricks of moss substrate, a dangly plant and a fake rock water dish. I'd bought a new tank for my fire-bellies some months ago and used soil as the base (my attempts to have a mostly aquatic set up didn't really work out very well, and in the end I decided it was healthier for them to have mostly land with a deep pond for swimming in). But it was just a bit dingy and dull in there.

So as soon as we got home, I cleared the whole thing out, put down a layer of gravel followed by a layer of soil and then put the moss on top. I've never used those bricks before, so I put the whole thing in the sink (they came dry and packed into blocks) and there was SO. MUCH. I ended up redoing Bulmerhoe's tank, too, just because I had so much freaking moss (but it looks good, so it wasn't a bad mistake to make).

I replaced the toads' tupperware pond with the 'stone' one, which I sank into the moss so it looks like a little forest puddle. Then I planted the shrub in the corner, lay down their bog wood pieces, and stuck some pieces of slate in the back in an attempt to give a nice background (that part still needs work). I also arranged three pebbles I picked from a Welsh beach along the edge of the pond.

Bulmerhoe's tank is entirely moss (when I clean him out next, I will probably do the gravel/soil/moss thing that I did with the fire-bellies), with a big chunk of slate across the back and his pond in the corner.

Anyway, I'm thrilled with the results. They look like tiny forest glade dioramas now, so not only are they a nicer environment for the amphibians, but they're good for people to look at too!

Frog photosCollapse )
So, last week little_talks shared a Thursday Thirteen meme to her journal where the general idea is to pick a different topic each week and list thirteen things to do with it (thirteen favourite books, thirteen places you want to go, etc.). I thought it sounded pretty fun and was something I could use to break up the monotony of me talking about my mule the whole time. :P But then I decided it would be cool to make it a creative thing, so I'll be using Thursday Thirteen posts as prompts for writing, drawing, sculpting and photography. If anyone would like to join me, please do! :)

This week: Thirteen thirteen-word stories.

In order to tell a story in thirteen words so there has to be a lot of ambiguity, and although I feel I missed the mark on many (all?) of them, they were pretty fun to do. I had in mind the baby shoes story (the one that simply reads "For sale: baby shoes, never worn") as my basis. Also, sorry if the majority of these are a bit of a downer.

1. The cat saw everything, but did nothing; its paws needed cleaning, after all.
2. "Please," he said, as the wind whistled beneath them, "let the child go."
3. Finally, the culmination of six years of hard, bitter work: the last body.
4. As the world came to an end, the cat watched with wry amusement.
5. The TV had turned to static; he sat motionless, long into the night.
6. "Where are his records?" I asked, but the empty house no longer sang.
7. I'd made two cups of tea, but there was only one of me.
8. I stopped. Right turn only, the sign said. I hesitated, then turned left.
9. You asked if I was afraid, and laughed when I said I was.
10. "Light will always follow the darkness," she said, twisting the gold-plated ring.
11. She went to the cinema alone, dined alone, and said her goodbyes alone.
12. The parcel was addressed to me: a book, containing our favourite fairytales.
13. Her field is choked with thistles, and brambles block the paths we rode.

Day out in Selborne.

Ben and I went to visit the nearby village of Selborne today, famous for being the home of 18th century naturalist, Gilbert White. We didn't actually explore his house (I confess, I know very little about him, and besides - in the spirit of naturalists everywhere, I wanted to explore actual nature instead!), but we DID visit the little tea shop there instead. Ben had cream tea and I had tuna sammiches. Good times for all.

We had a look round the 12th century church, and I had my heart a little bit broken by the remains of the 1,500 year old yew tree, which came down in a gale in 1990. The trunk was replanted, but it has not survived. It's circumference is 26 feet, and it would have been planted in the year 600 AD -  around the time that this part of the world first converted to Christianity. I adore yews, and I was really sad to have not known this one while it was alive.

We also climbed the zig-zag - a path cut into one of the 'hangers' (wooded hills) by Gilbert White and his brother, in 1753 - and explored a little of Selborne common.

Anyway, I have some photos, obviously.

Churches, hilltop views, trees, wild Ben and feral SariCollapse )

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