Ooooh, I'm not popular this morning! I did the usual Sunday morning weigh-in (on the border between 470kg and 478kg - now on 2 handfuls of Speedibeet, 1 handful of Greengold and 1 thin slice of hay twice a day), then groomed him, pulled a bit of mane, took two barrows of manure off the fields (should be caught up by the end of the week I hope), started re-shaping the muck heap and then decided it was too nice a day not to take him for a walk.
I've been thinking that it would be an idea to do some in-hand schooling to help build his back muscles up before getting a saddle fitted again, so after we'd walked down to the surgery end of the village, I tightened up the noseband on his headcollar, moved the lead rope to the left hand side and passed a lunge rein over his back to clip to the right side. He was completely confused to start with because he's so used to following me around when he's being led that having me standing at his shoulder Did Not Compute, but with a bit of encouragement he took a step forwards, got lots of praise for it and after 30 seconds of hesitant walk with lots of glances back at me to make sure this was really what I wanted him to do, he decided that this was quite a fun game after all and walked out beautifully.
And the reason I'm not popular? I walked him up to the road through two fields of beautiful fresh spring grass and wouldn't let him graze it ;o) (Next door's sheep will be lambing on it in about 10 days' time!)
In other news, he nearly got a friend this week after I went to try a Highland pony. She was everything I was looking for; a real confidence giver, but sadly someone else had deeper pockets. It's a long time since I've felt that happy in the saddle though.