Tuesday Not So Fun

As I was just taking Duke for a nice walk up in the hills, the trusty steed threw a shoe just outside the urbanisation gates.

Having limped to the side of the road, I had to call the grúa, who duly arrived and carted the old girl off to the farrier in Sabinillas.

An efficient process actually, as just over an hour later I was back at home, licking my wounds and with a bill for 115 euros.

Could have been worse, of course, but Duke still hasn't forgiven me cutting short the walk.

As if it was my fault!