Sunday evening and the weekend is all over bar the shouting... that is getting the kids into bed without a full scale debate / argument ensuing. We’ve had another busy but lovely few days, this time in Taunton, managing to fit in Mum and Dad, Amanda et al, Kerrie and Ryan and Liz - not bad for 36 hours! Glenn stayed at home to keep the dogs (or himself) happy and we went down on Friday at the insistence of Abi who is very concerned that the clock is ticking on time at the Mill. Of all of us I think she’s is the one who most appreciates its special charms. On Saturday Amanda and I rode, with me on an ever larger Dillon, now over 17 hands and enormous. He still doesn’t pick his feet up and so I spend half the time worried he’s going to fall flat on his face, and the other half conscious if he decides to take off with me I haven’t a hope of stopping him! Luckily he’s very sweet and neither happened. It’s loveky riding out together - reminiscent of old times and realising just how luck...