What time do you call this?

9.30pm last night we were collected from the field! Zippy & I had given up hope & hunkered down beneath the hedge waiting for morning, mind you we have so much grass I can't say we would have missed our tea.

Turns out Lynette was working late in London & the only reason we were collected at all was because Zippy had a lightweight rug on and whole the weather forecast was supposed to be a sultry 10c it was actually 3c and too cold for Zippy.

The upside is we had a vehicular escort all the way down the road. Mr Morrison came down in his car and drove us all home safely so any other cars would see his lights - I mean who would expect to see horses on the road at that time of night, especially when we don't expect to be there!

Evidently this is a picture of me, you see Dales camouflage does work if it wasn't for those dam flashing lights!!!!