The first winter
March 2017 The muddy swamp that is the field has finally dried up, so work begins on repairing the sacrificed paddock and learning from what went wrong over winter. You might be thinking I'm nuts, wanting to prepare for next winter even before summer has arrived but I really don't want a repeat of last winter. Just to recap. I spent most of it trawling through the mud with my wheelbarrow poo picking, while others had accepted they couldn't poo pick any longer, I kept going. I think this is when I realised my obsession with horse poo. I have devoted a whole post to it and affectionately named it BROWN GOLD. I'm sure you're (not) going to be excited to read it. I admit I wasn't in the best physical shape with 2 under twos and I'd never done this kind of work before so every part of my body was either in constant pain or screaming in agony. I spent many hours wishing someone would concrete the whole damn field so I wouldn't have to drag my...