bitter north wind

The wind was biting and we all felt very cold.Misty kept leaping and turning round as if a ghost or spooky something was behind her and butch was not in the mood for anything except the odd nervous jump at nothing.We did the bridle paths in the woods meeting a few other horse riders out in this cold wind.The loggers were cutting the trees but were not in our way for once,when will they go away?The treasure trail was are route back and some surprised bikers who were putting up illegal jumps thought we were going to tell them off except of course we were illegally on the path too! getting back to the stables we were frozen,my feet like blocks of ice and my hands numb with cold.Misty was very unhappy and refused my carrots,annoyed about going out in the cold no doubt.