“Some Soggy Ponies”

On this dismal, dank, afternoon Jackie suggested: “let’s go find some soggy ponies”, so off we drove and the animals obliged.

Foxglove and Twinkle were nowhere to be seen, for their field was under water and there was no room for them in the hen coop.

Much of the moorland was similarly submerged, sometimes with rippling windblown surfaces.

The Norleywood band of Shetlands ignored the rain seeping into their hides and blended into the bracken occasionally decorating their dripping manes.

Paddling in ditchwater, reflecting in leaf-strewn puddles, swaying onto the glistening tarmac, or burrowing into tempting hedges, their larger equine cousins were equally focussed on fodder.

This evening we dined on tender roast lamb; crisp Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes and parsnips; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; firm Brussels sprouts, and meaty gravy with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Western Cape Malbec 2019.


  1. I finally sorted out the meaning of ‘Yorkshire pudding.’ Lo and behold, they’re very nearly identical to the ‘popovers’ my mother used to make.

  2. The title certainly fits the content, Derrick! The full face portrait of the Norleywood Shetland is most successful in capturing the ornery look/nature of that particular brand of equine.

  3. I think God intended their coats to be waterproof, but I imagine there is a limit to how much water they can withstand. Poor ponies! Makes you wish you could find shelter for them, doesn’t it?

  4. From soggy ponies of your wet paddocks, to my morning sunshine at 8.20am, and it’s a warm 23’C, heading for a much warmer 34’C.. and the land is drying up Derrick…

  5. And you found them! πŸ˜‰
    Love the ponies and the textures in their soggy hair! I guess everyone needs a shower once in awhile! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€
    Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow!
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚

  6. It always looks dreadfully cruel to leave animals out in the rain like that, but perhaps if you are a Shetland pony, especially, you are bred for it.

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