Getting out of bed, at the crack of dawn, to muck out some noble steeds is the best wake up call.
And on the of most energising.
Don’t get me wrong, whilst I’m warm in my bed, with a duvet up to my ears and a super comfy mattress underneath me, there is nothing least appealing than getting up into the sub zero degrees… and in the dark.
But there is a strange sense of accomplishment before the rest of the world arise. The normal procedure of coffee and cereal is demolished for a slap in the face by the stench of fresh horse wee and the sweet smells of haylage along with their ever passionate whinneys for food.
The rest of the day seems manageable, with considerably more motivation. The 11 o’clock lecture seems less like hell, the ability to read before 10 am suddenly makes an appearance and the quantity of coffee needed to stay away through a letter on soil is considerably less… who doesn’t love to learn about what the horse poos on?
Taking on a job every Tuesday to muck out and be outside before 8am is the best and worst decision I’ve made in a while.
Best = obvs the wake up call
Worst = makes me realise how much work I need to do… and have been putting off for the past few days!
So… get a horse… if you need a good wake up call… Also, in the Summer – you can just chuck it out in the field so no early wake up calls…
The falls, tumbles and kicks to the body when you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time… are mere highlights to the cute bundles of fluff that poo and eat whilst you sleep…