Horses Take the Choice about the Weather!

The weather is horrid and because we are right on top of the hill outside Marlborough the weather seems to hit us with more ferocity than outlying areas. Of course, I can't help wondering why we had taken the decision to move to a farm called 'Rainscombe Hill' but there we are.
The horses are hating this sudden spell of bitterly cold weather, we've even had hailstones almost the size of golf balls - anyway, the horses will have to stick it out a bit longer because after all it is only September.
BUT It is becoming rather eventful on the injury front at Greatwood and I can only think that the horses are so eager to get out of the rain that injuries are more preferable to getting wet. It began with Sam who came in because he had been hoolying about the field with his best pal Forgery and he had tweaked an old problem in his tendon. He has been in for a couple of weeks, we think that he appears to be quite smug as he gazes out at the rain coming down in stair rods. Whiskey came in on Sunday with a leg the size of a tree trunk (the result of a rather small wound above his knee) and Tritonville Lodge had to come in today with a suspected abcess in his foot. I wonder how many more will come in over the next few days if the weather doesn't cheer up?