A new field

The UBF lives in an incredibly beautiful place - a finca with palm trees and cerise bougainvillea, of purple jacarandas and pink oleanders so floriferous it feels like you are in a fairy tale - on mushrooms. The farm also boasts fenced fields full of grass which is a rare thing here in Mallorca. After the swelling on his face went down, despite him not letting me anywhere near it to wash it, we decided to put the UBF in different field to graze. He was starting to feel VERY well and it was clear that the last operation had got rid of the final bit of infection. The UBF was no longer a placid patient but a boisterous two year old, a pure Spanish horse, who was starting to love life. The pain had very clearly disappeared and he was putting on weight fast. He had shed his matted winter coat revealing beautiful bright orange hair, shiny and as glorious as a conker. He had grown in 6 weeks, he had grown taller and wider and he had grown mentally. He now felt rather special.

He galloped and farted and bucked his way around the new field, quickly orientating himself to where the mares were and where his water bucket was. We looked on at this impressive beast and felt such pride and joy - to have even got this far has been such a privilege.