Thursday, 24 March 2011

Rise early. It is the early bird that catches the worm.

 "Don't be fooled by this absurd saw; I once knew a man who tried it. He got up at sunrise and a horse bit him!"

So said Mark Twain. I, of course, beg to differ. 

Each morning, except for Sundays, I get up at 6.30 a.m and go to the yard to see to the horses - all twenty eight of them. I have never been bitten. I have, however, had two fingers broken but that's another story. 

For me, it's a great way to start the day - not having two fingers broken, it goes without saying, but being in the fresh air, working hard, enjoying the company of beautiful animals.

The rest of the day, pretty much,  I'm inside, at my computer, working hard, wrestling with the beautiful animals that roam around in my head - those words that need taming.

Not so much my tongue as my mind and my fingers on the keyboard.

Horses are easier.