Sunday March 21st. the day I realised my ponies are fucked without me.

So tbh I dont even know what to write today.

Didnt do much today.
Was going to go to an open home but couldn't bring myself to go outside into the cold!
Ended up mucking around at home and went to the grazing at 4ish.

Pony was good. Did just over an hour of serpentines, 20m circles, transitions and no stirrup work. The good thing about that was I had a lovely soft pony who could flew and bend nicely. The downside being I am now exhausted and tomorrow is going to hurt. But hey, no pain no gain right?

On the way home my thoughts were pretty morbid. I couldn't help but think about what would happen to my ponies if I were to die suddenly. Not the nicest thing to ponder, i know, but something that perhaps I shouldn't be overlooking.

Seriously though, nobody in my family knows anything about horses! My dad has a small amount of knowledgem through listening to the coaches at pony club every week, but not enough to be able to look after them both. Not that he would have the time or desire, anyway.

So what would they do? Sell them? How? Would they know how to construct an ad? Would they know the required information to be able to attract attention? Would they know where to advertise them or how much to ask for them? What gear would they give with them? Could they answer any questions they get asked? Would they even know who to ask for help?

My last question brings me to my next point. Who WOULD they ask for help? Theres Kim and Tracey, Sarah and Andrea, Rosemary, and the pony clubbers who they would probably go to first. But how many of these people would know enough about the horses? Andrea would, as she has owned them both, but how many of these people know both target and macks age, breed, height, etc etc. Do they know their history? How they are to handle? What they're good at and what they need work with? What their feet are like? how well they hold their weight? What theyr like to float? How often they get fed? What they get fed?

Not the nicest thing to have to worry about, but perhaps I should put a little thought into it and make a plan. I mean, I totally dont plan on dying tomorrow, but accidents happen. I could choke to death on my dinner tonight! Life is unpredictable, so maybe I should think about what would happen with them, simply for peace of mind.