Down the rabbit (w)horl on Leap Day
Holy wind batman! It might have been sunny, but the wind at -15 degrees celsius cut through us as we crossed the field. It almost had an impact, but our field crossing is a very short distance. So we just grin and bear it. And then we get to the narrow trails and find ourselves in quite the pickle. The heavy snow of late has weighed down the branches and created quite the little tunnel. Not so bad if you are riding a pony or walking. But we were over height. I stopped to take a picture and instead snapped an image of Q telling me to “duck, lady!”. He did warn me, so I guess I shouldn’t blame him for all the face whipping I got by conifer and birch branches with crusty snow and ice minutes after his chattiness. And it got me thinking about Q’s personnality and all the recent internet rabbit holes I fell into these last few days. First, the whorls. https://www.westernhorseuk.com/horsemanship-blog/2019/2/17/whorlology Turns out, Qs head whorl is set high and centered mean