As I sit here and write this, our Maritime Climate has enlisted the efforts, of multiple Occluded fronts, to lash our shores with Rain and more Rain. It has become the one element of life here that is forever enduring.
The grey skies, and the gusty winds, have turned our fields into Quagmires, riding is out of the question. The recently groomed horses, no longer resemble the epitome of what Xenophon had as an ideal. Moreover, they remind me of bedraggled war horses, defeated and cowed. It would seem, that God has conspired to punish us with flooding, gales and persistent heavy rain.
Our saddles, so usually dry and Mildew free, have begun to develop the little furry spots. I have applied more heating to the room, and at the moment, it looks as though we have won. Hay and straw, have scaled new heights in cost, feed is through the roof, and fuel has climbed to astonishing levels. provoking the start of renewed protests.
There have been several business failures in the horse world here, The Lake District Heavy Horse Centre, in Cumbria has had to close its doors. The 25 or so horses are in need of homes. Also a Horse sanctuary locally has ceased to be. There, over 20 horses are in need of new owners. “Cash is King!” Whomsoever stated that, hasnt the wit of man. Hay in round bales is selling at £50, per bale. An unheard of price! Wheat is a ridiculous amount, and other feedstuffs are seeing new levels of cost. Just recently, I heard a commentator on a radio station, idly state that we needed more land for food, and then with the other breath, he said we need more land for houses?
So what will happen? I dont know, all I do know, is that we as a Human race better start getting a grip! Before long, there will be too many of us, and too few acres of land to feed us all. If I sound like a doom and gloom merchant, I apologise, but I cant help but wonder……………..