This summer, after last years arse freezer, I decided to supply heating to the tack room. It came in the form of a small cast iron stove. I call her “Milly!”
The tack room is actually our conservatory, but as we use it to dump junk, I took claim to it, my OH, bless her, didnt get a look in!
One wall is given over to tack, and the other, to an old Oak sideboard. It stores some paper work and my Whisky.
The Log basket, nearest the door, is the home of an itinerant mouse. Although full of logs, and the odd newspaper, the mouse, who we will call “Clanger”, seems to be comfortable! But as all good things come to an end, this will too!
I have one or two more things to do in the “Tack Room”, but nothing urgent. It looks cluttered, but its just fine, all I need now is an armchair, a wall map of the riding routes, and a Brochure of American or Canadian Ranch Working Holidays!