Last weekend I was too wet to ride. This weekend, the ground was too hard and icy.
The tarmac roads were too slippery and the tracks were rutted.
My owner gave me a good brush because I was, at last, dry and fluffy! Not the most flattering angle, though- less of a Highland Pony, more like a small mammoth. That's Harry ahead, tucking into a pile of haylage because he loses condition in the winter. That is something I have yet to experience.
My owner took pity on me, though and gave me a bite of lunch before putting me out onto the frozen fields. I need something to keep me warm on these cold days!