Matthew's partner's son's girlfriend is thinking of grazing her pony in our fields (which she calls paddocks.) She was here yesterday, sizing up the situation. "Beautiful trees!" "Yes, my parents put them in." "How long ago is that?" "40 years." If the deal goes through no money will change hands but we'll get the grass kept down, the weeds and brambles and baby trees driven back and the infrastructure (sheds and fences and things) maintained in working order. I hope it goes ahead.
The pony comes complete with its very own goat. I've never been around goats before.