13/07/2026
Summer poo-picking vibes... βοΈπ΄
Who needs a spa day when you've got this? π€£
Sports bra on because apparently clothes are optional in this heat.
Flies... approximately 7.6 million of them.
Ragwort that seems to sprout out of the ground the exact second you've walked past it.
Horses stood in the shade looking at you like, "Good luck with that... we'll supervise."
That strange peace that comes from wandering around a field with a poo scoop, solving absolutely none of the world's problems but somehow all of your own.
The wheelbarrow suddenly becomes the most suspicious object they've ever seen...
"Has that always been there?"
Followed closely by...
*"Oooo... fresh poo... let me just have a really good sniff of that." π€¦πΌββοΈ
Honestly, horse logic will never make sense.
But despite the sweat, the flies, the aching back and the endless wheelbarrow trips... I wouldn't swap these quiet summer moments for anything.
Sometimes the best therapy is a field, a few horses, and enough time to let your mind wander while your feet keep moving. π