At last my childhood dream has come true. 48 years in the making but here he is, within a hundred yards of the house. I've gone from seeing him once a day to just popping in whenever I feel like it and I've just got back from checking on him for the night with my son. We actually did the move yesterday and the above picture was taken during his crazy few hours of galloping about like a mad thing. He's much more settled today, but still follows me as I walk alongside the field boundary. I think he's missing his friend a lot but tonight he seemed better. We had licking and chewing which is encouraging. Rug on last night; it was raining hard and blowing a gale. The field is VERY exposed and only about 200 yards from the open moor across another field. Lovely views though I'm not sure he'll appreciate them. Am sitting here with the football on with a sense of inevitability as the commentators try and make us believe England can win. Hmmm. I will hope to be proved wrong. Just a short post tonight to welcome Trigger. Here are pictures of us leaving his old home and arriving here. Nothing as we crossed the moor as my photographers were driving to get home before me.....
Blurry....in my defence, he was going very fast in the rain
Tense and alert. You can see the moor in the background here.
His new field is a proper meadow with masses of wild flowers. Beautiful.