Post by Harry Cadfael Evans on Aug 21, 2011 16:20:52 GMT -5
20.08.2011 5:11 am.
Harry woke earlier than usual in the cottage. As his alarm had not gone off yet, he decided to flick it off and give himself a lie in. He could hear in the fields across the valley, the farmers were already out with their tractors, plowing the fields ready for the autumn sown crops. When he was younger, Harry would often ride his father's horses over to allow them both some time away from the farm, and to also ensure that they were confident with farming vehicles on the roads. He still used this method of introducing his youngsters to the tractors, and he believe he always would.
Swinging his legs out of bed he shuddered as his feet hit the cool floor. I gotta buy some rugs for this place, he thought to himself for the fourth time this week. The apartments at Red Tree had been designed by him and him alone, and without his mother's second opinion he had missed several important aspects. Such as matching curtains and cushions, rugs, and nice toiletry holder things. He knew it didn't matter to him, and the liveries could always buy their own home things if they so wished.
As he made his breakfast - as usual, just a piece of toast and a banana - he planned his day ahead of him. First, he would muck his horses out, then he would do the accounts for the livery yard. Next up would be Mr Punch's schooling over fences lesson at 2pm with Carl Hester, and then he probably would take Poppet out onto the cross country course with whoever fancied joining him. By the time they were back it would be time to skip out and put his horses to bed, then he had to go meet Daniella to discuss his father's terminal illness. Gosh, what a day.
Harry woke earlier than usual in the cottage. As his alarm had not gone off yet, he decided to flick it off and give himself a lie in. He could hear in the fields across the valley, the farmers were already out with their tractors, plowing the fields ready for the autumn sown crops. When he was younger, Harry would often ride his father's horses over to allow them both some time away from the farm, and to also ensure that they were confident with farming vehicles on the roads. He still used this method of introducing his youngsters to the tractors, and he believe he always would.
Swinging his legs out of bed he shuddered as his feet hit the cool floor. I gotta buy some rugs for this place, he thought to himself for the fourth time this week. The apartments at Red Tree had been designed by him and him alone, and without his mother's second opinion he had missed several important aspects. Such as matching curtains and cushions, rugs, and nice toiletry holder things. He knew it didn't matter to him, and the liveries could always buy their own home things if they so wished.
As he made his breakfast - as usual, just a piece of toast and a banana - he planned his day ahead of him. First, he would muck his horses out, then he would do the accounts for the livery yard. Next up would be Mr Punch's schooling over fences lesson at 2pm with Carl Hester, and then he probably would take Poppet out onto the cross country course with whoever fancied joining him. By the time they were back it would be time to skip out and put his horses to bed, then he had to go meet Daniella to discuss his father's terminal illness. Gosh, what a day.
