I’m so thrilled to share this news with you. My Ted will be going off leash! No more Ted city walk! Or …please walk like a little gentleman! I’ ll confess to everyone here. I have no idea what I’m doing!
My Hunter Boots have real mud on them! Ted rolled in horse poop! I bought a farm!
Well, is it a farm? No animals to see or hear. But there’s five acres in the Pacific Northwest. A horse ranch? Three stalls in the stables. An equestrian estate sounds way too posh!! What would you call it?
It’s a huge change for me! I’ve only been in the country twice. Once in Provence amongst fabulous wineries and then once in Mexico on a bird ranch. Not the greatest qualifications for this City Girl to survive where people drive real tractors not just Chelsea Tractors!
I hope to keep you posted and ask for loads of help! Because out here Starbucks is a 15 minute drive! I can’t walk to it. ( Well, actually I can. According to Google it will only take me three hours!)
My first task is a name. I’ve been calling it Hope Farm, but that sounds like a rehabilitation centre! So I ll be asking for ideas!! Please!! Help me name this farm! Here’s the view to the bottom meadow and the woods.
Ted is over the moon. He can’t believe he can actually roll about in deer droppings. Grass!! In the meanwhile, here’s a shot of Ted leaving the stables! Where’s the horses? Where’s my ball?