Poor Lime was a big sweaty mess when I went to feed this afternoon. The hunt passed by the top of the field and set them all off. They lost control of the dogs and they were all running through the horses fields. He's too old to be running about like that. What's the point in me taking so much care to only walk and trot him on good ground to keep him sound to then have that happen. Jack was plastered in mud and his field is absolutely trashed and the other two were steaming under their rugs and trembling. Not much I can do except swap rugs when they live out. Someone at the yard saw the poor fox they were chasing. So much for clean boot hunting. If they obeyed the law and followed a human runner then they would know the route and could avoid other people's land and horses. Bunch of utter ****s. 

As we were poo picking we realised Shamus one of the horses in the next field was missing. I rang the owner and thanks to Facebook he was located some 2 miles away. He had broken out of the field in a panic and galloped up the main road. He could have killed someone or been killed himself. Poor lad. The owner had to come out of work and arrange transport to get him home. Just so they can have a couple of hours galloping about the countryside. 

We're all trying to adjust to life without Charley. It's very hard and we are all so heartbroken. It's little things that set you off, like he always used to wedge himself between my legs and the cupboard to catch crumbs when I'm making the sandwiches in the morning. It used to annoy me a bit as I'd be rushing and constantly tripping over him. Now I just long for the warmth of him against my legs. I just miss him and wish he was still here.