I started doing this diary in June, it's quite new. If you haven't been following have a look at the Cast of Characters which gives a quick low down on the essential day to day characters who are mentioned here...it will make more sense if you do.

Well, so much for good intentions. The flourescent light is still there and so are the boxes. Sometimes things just don't quite pan out the way you intend. Was up at my usual disgraceful time and sitting reading the photoshop book while I waited for everyone else to get back from town or whatever it was they were doing. Had a phone call from Clare to say she'd be over in half an hour and suggesting we go off to the wood yard and buy posts and fencing to make the lunging ring we've been talking about. She also said that the clutch in her car was about to go so when she wasn't here after well over an hour I went out looking for her in case she was broken down somewhere miles from a phone box. Drove all the way to her caravan and didn't see her and then went on into town where I make a quick stop off at Pioneer (our local supermarket, although I'm not sure what's super about it - it's a little on the small side) to get something for dinner tonight.

Needless to say by the time I got back Clare was already here and had fixed the hinges on the gate and was getting ready to hang it. Went up to the field to 'help', although sometimes I feel like I'm being more of a hindrance what with the way I tend to drop things etc. It's really quite a complicated business hanging a gate, I had no idea, all sorts of distances to calculate, but luckily Clare is something of a perfectionist and the gate is now fully operational, ie. it opens and closes nicely and looks a lot better than that tangled bit of fencing. The test will be whether the horses are still in the field tommorow morning. It was way too late to go to the wood yard by the time we'd finished so we thought we'd take the horses out for a walk. I was feeling rather lacking in energy so decided to ride Nelly and we set off. However we didn't get very far, Princess tends to walk rather faster than Nelly and Nelly has to trot to catch up every now and again. Unfortunately she decide to do her catching up just as we were going down a hill and somehow in trying to slow her down the strap from my hook fell down my arm and got tangled in the reins leaving me with very little control. When she caught up with Princess she stopped and I was sitting there fuming and disentangling myself when she suddenly and for no apparent reason kicked out backwards with both feet and caught both Clare and Princess on the knee. Clare said she was alright but was still limping a bit and Princess had a small cut on her leg and was definitely limping so we turned back. They were both limping a bit less by the time we got back but I was still very annoyed, both with Nelly and with myself. I felt quite responsible since if I hadn't lost control and had to stop and disentangle myself that wouldn't have happened. Princess went back into the field after her wound had been treated and Clare thought she'd take Nelly out on her own since she seemed to have excess energy for a change. But Nelly had other ideas, she refused to budge beyond the end of the driveway so Clare took her back up to the field and did some lunging with her.

By then it was time to make dinner so I had to leave them to it and get in the kitchen. Had to force Clare to put ice on her knee after dinner and even then she didn't keep it there for very long. She left around 9.30pm after giving me a clipping about a web site that she had read about in the paper. It was described as ...possibly the most beautiful site out there which intruiged me so I went to have a look. It's called entropy8 and was quite a revelation to me. This is not just a web site with art on, it's a web site that is art. I found it very inspiring and it makes me all the more determined to get the hang of JavaScript which she makes extensive use of. It's well worth a visit.

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