Crisis of confidence
July 2017 Phil (husband): "This post isn't particularly up beat, is it?" Me: "No it isn't but I wanted to write an honest account, warts and all." I've been solely responsible for the ponies for over three months now. Initially high on adrenaline I felt fearless and confident. I had worked out a routine that fitted around my home life and all seemed to be ticking along nicely. There were a few teething problems, for example, a bit of nudging, barging, and encroaching on my personal space but I put these issues down to my inexperience and the ponies and I getting to know one another. These minor niggles, however, started to occur more frequently and I began to get anxious each time I went to the field. I knew I'd be faced with the ponies either jostling for my attention or their breakfast, or getting ready to try and escape as I entered the paddock. I tried various strategies, for example, waving my hands to move them on, using a ...