Reg seriously, you are cementing legend status with that kip in an old hen house. I love using disused buildings. Nice one mate.
As for me, I headed out rather late last night - just after 830pm as I was faffing about like a tool. Rode a gentle 15 or so miles to a spot in Weadon Hill woods that I'd spotted on the weekend. Utterly perfect night for hammocking - cold but no wind, so cocooned in my sleeping bag and underquilt I was supremely cosy. Best thing was waking this morning to a nice view, bird song and foraging deer.
Up at 6am and I rode over to the horse yard where we keep our daughter's pony. It not a flash place. I know everyone thinks if you have horses you're minted, but it's simply not true. The vast majority of horse people I know aren't wealthy at all, but work hard and sacrifice a lot to keep horses in their lives. And I tell you, there is nothing like the relationship between horse and folk.
Anyway, our yard manager took a nasty fall last week, and is not as mobile as she is normally, so Ive been helping with mucking out, filling hay nets and generally trying to tidy up a bit. I'm sort of between jobs at the moment so have the time.
Finished up at the horse yard at 11.30 and rode home via a cafe at Little Chalfont for a cheese toastie and coffee.

I'm just going outside ...