At the weekend Storm Blowy-Flowy hit and the batons were firmly pulled down – well they were for us equines. Mother, mini-mother and the long suffering and now possibly not husband-to-be, were out fencing in it. Despite everything, I do so love my mum and so I had to battle my urge to absolutely go full scale cowabunga and corner like Evel Knievel on rails so that I didn’t hurt her. It’s also fair to say that feeling didn’t last long…An important questionNow I’m going to ask you a question. Herman did suggest he could give a good sedative – which to be clear was for mother, not me – and disappeared chuckling to himself.