Yesterday I moved Phoebe to her new home. I was dreading trying to load her onto the trailer - but good old Emma was there and she went in after about 5 attempts and ten minutes - which as anyone who has ever tried to load a tricky horse will tell you - is really not bad going!!! We drove through a thunderstorm - another massive no-no, and unloaded her nicely at the other end. Put her in her new stable and as part of saying hello to the little pony next door she squealed and kicked out. Unfortunately I was in the way and got hoof to knee...ouch - and when I say ouch I really mean OUCH...for the first few seconds I thought my knee cap was smashed - but no - just really badly bruised.
Once Phoebe was settled down for the night with a big fat haynet, Emma and I went for a well deserved curry. This morning I can hardly walk and my knee is the size of a melon. I love my horse :)