...photography...

...sunrise & sunset...

An iphone is such a great device, not only can I 'face-time' Mother from the yard, have a helping hand in case I need to contact anyone horse-related, but it means a photo taking instrument is in my hand  - a lot!

Tom & Henry don't shy for the paparazzi thats me, so there's thousands - and I'm not kidding, thousands of photos of them.

This week I've been lucky enough to be doing the horses at sun up and sun down - this makes for some very beautiful photos - enjoy!

January news at WW

Tom&Henry ...

...and how they're not really interested in hedgerow planting until they can pull them out of the ground and run around the field with the plants, playing tug of war!!  True story, I often find the plants, root and all, with the bamboo cane and the rabbit proof tube far off in the fields....

January activity at WW has been mainly dedicated to planting more hedgerow: hawthorn, hornbeam, field maple and a few apple trees.  Tom and Henry are mostly disinterested, but they do like pulling the newly planted trees out of the ground and running about with them!

We had trees down in the storms, and a further cull of those likely to fall, so spaces in our boundary hedgerow gave me an opportunity to plant more trees.  Its hard work, but its all to improve the environment for Tom and Henry (they love to 'prune' the plants), and the wildlife too.

Here they watch as I load the wheelbarrow with the plants and equipment, did they offer to help?  I think you can guess the answer to that!

...you'd better watch out....Santa is in town

Merry Christmas from all of us at WW xxx
Happy Holidays, safe riding.

 ...nights are getting shorter now too xxx

...sing-song at 'The Yard'

...a 'Queen' number...
the Band, not the Monarch.

Tom&Henry sing 'Bohemian Rhapsody".

 
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters












 

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all











 




I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
















But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go













Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me








 




So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here













 


Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...