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22nd May 2020

Plus 12 and drizzling when driving in.

A welcome 'bit of rain' overnight.. It has laid the dust..

A family bike ride last night. A first as Mrs B now has a new bike from Cotswold Cycles.. Who would have believed it 6 weeks ago..

It is good to be walking up the gallops..These beautiful May mornings are something to behold. No vapour trails and clear skies.. I was only saying to Mat yesterday that we can now see further as it is all so much clearer.. Just wish our new lives were as clear..

I always say that horses are safer in a stable than in the field.. Last night we found one horse with a nasty cut which needed to head off to the vets for further treatment. A change in weather often starts them off galloping or fighting.. Hence we have to check round the fields so often..

I know poety came in to my blog yesterday and it does again today..

Kipling..Probably not the one that Archie would understand although his is exceedingly good...

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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