I've finally got around to putting together the Family Year Book for 2014. Its a compendium of photos printed in a hard-backed book and I am late with it- usually I have this done and dusted by Jan/ Feb. In my defence, it's been a busy year and putting the book together takes hours which I haven't had spare until now.
Anyway, it's all done and the printed copy turned up a couple of days ago. Going back through a year's worth of photos and picking the ones that best represent the year is a long process and by the end of it I have usually had at least one sense of humour failure and vowed never to do it again. But it always worth it in the end as the record is something we all treasure. It is the story of our family.
I have now been uber efficient and picked the best 900 photos for Jan - Oct this year already. They are currently uploading to Snap Fish as I type. Only two more months to go. The 2015 book will appear hot on the heels of 2014's offering.
We spent a few days in Ironbridge this half term. Have you been? It's lovely and fascinating. I last went when I was 14. Too long ago. The B&B was the best we've stayed in yet (a lovely Georgian farmhouse, no fuss, very rustic, delicious fry ups), the weather was fab, the teens mostly behaved themselves and enjoyed it, meals out were delicious and I think I can safely say we are all sufficiently topped up with museums to the extent we most likely won't need any more until next year at least.
I made friends with the lady who works the Shire Horses at Blists Hill (a reconstruction of a Victorian Industrial town) and reminisced with her of my days on a working farm stud with these enormous creatures. One of mine (Arthur, aged 6 and standing about 19 hands) once took off across an abandoned air field with the farmer's son standing on a tractor tyre that Arthur was pulling (supposedly learning how to pull the dray) behind him. I ran back to the farm house to let the farmer's wife know and she grinned and said oh, he'll stop when he's made his point. Three hours later they returned. Another time I was grooming Arthur before a big show and he moved his bottom over to pin me against the side of the lorry. I yelled and flapped my arms and shoved him and told him to get over but he wasn't having any of it. An hour later everyone came back and fell about laughing at the sight of me pinioned against the wall with Arthur contentedly munching his hay and nonchalantly resting one hoof. He was extremely naughty with a very well developed sense of humour and he posed for photos in a way no other horse I've known has. Heavy Horses are very different to other types and once you've worked with them, you fall in love with them forever. They hold a very special place in my heart.
Hope you're all well. If you'll forgive me I won't reply to comments for the time being. But please know I appreciate every single one and will read them all.
Have a good week all,