We have just received confirmation that HRH The Princess Royal is coming to Greatwood on the 21st September. We have been very fortunate in that The Wooden Spoon Trust granted us a sizeable chunk of money to create a cloakroom, additional loo facilities and a time out room for the special needs children.
As you can imagine, this has thrown us into a bit of a spin, and we are already targeting areas which need sorting out, licks of paint etc. Nevertheless, we are absolutely thrilled, it will be a great honour to receive her at Greatwood.
Sue is running around like a startled gazelle this morning. She, and her fiance Robbie are off to Egypt tomorrow and she is desperately trying to get everything done before she leaves. I am really excited for them that they have finally got something together to go on holiday, but a little nervous that my two key people in the yard aren't going to be here! especially in the light of what happened on Monday when Robbie had taken a long weekend to fulfill a long wished for ambition to take his bike around the Nurbergring, and it was Sue's day off!
Mikey arrived to work in bad order, I took pity on him and sent him home after breakfast, and that left Coudy, Dan, Lucie and me in the yard. Richard our vet was due to come in with Polly, our physio, to work on Bunkhouse and Insheen. All would have been well if it hadn't been for a number of injuries throughout the day culminating in poor old Richard having to return to Greatwood at 6.30pm to try and attempt to stitch a gash on....Broughton's Turmoil. When Dan told me at evening stables that there was yet another injury, this time in the old boys field, I hoped upon hope that out of all the horses it wouldn't be BT. My hopes were dashed. BT is a dreadful patient, he fidgets, hates injections and has a keen left or right hook if things get a little personal. He even managed to aim a well directed jab at Richard's hand as he was trying to clean him, even though he was sedated.
Anyway, it was managed in the end without all of BT's toys being thrown out of the pram, and we turned him out again into the field later on. I led by torchlight, followed by Dan with BT and Coudy with Mikko. It would have been hopeless trying to keep BT in for the night because unless everyone in the old boys field comes in he acts like a complete nitwit.
Let's hope Monday isn't an example of what will happen over the next ten days!
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