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Digby!

I couldn't just squeeze our new addition into a paragraph of another blog, so here's an extra little update to introduce Digby, the latest creation from Glenn's handiwork. No wonder Abi and Izzy think Daddy can create anything from his garage - this magnificent example was as a result of Abi saying her toy horse (made by him from an old bed, a set of casters and some imagination) was a bit small and kept falling over. So we did a bit of research on the Internet, I found a training aid for polo players and hey presto, he'd adapted and built this!

The girls spent a good while settling on the right name. Nelson was a close second but Izzy didn't like it, and Digby seemed to fit. Now you might think this is a wonderfully cheap way to amuse 2 pony mad children - think again! Wood is eye wateringly expensive these days and it's had to have a bridle, numner, saddle and other accessories. I'd like to make the point that I (successfully) customised a picnic blanket to make a horse rug, and we begged an old saddle and girth from Ruth at the stables. It's still cost an arm and a leg though, but not as much as a real one.

Today we painted it a deep brown (bay would be the equestrian term), which has had a unfortunate effect of making it look a bit more like a cow, but they love it and that's all that matters. They've played with him endlessly, the bigger question now is where is he going to live?!? At least if he has a stable we'll have somewhere to put all these bloody rosettes!


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