Winter Horse Ownership In Canuck-Land: Sense of Humour Required!
The transition from mud to ice – Can the British chick handle it? It was the first time I ever experienced minus 29 degrees Celsius. That’s what the thermometer out on the porch read, and as I pulled on my fleece neck warmer and zipped up my insulated suit to the top, I felt both intrigued and apprehensive. The first day ever battling the kind of Canadian elements I had been warned about, and I could almost see the rather mischievous band of broncos I had acquired, leaning on the fence with protruding toothy grins on their long faces, just waiting to see how ‘Brit-chick’ would handle the first super-cold day of her Canadian career. Pulling my cuffs over the tops of my thick mittens and folding my hat down to cover my eyebrows, I was ready to face the freezer. I took my last breath of civilized air and then pulled open the door. The sensation of the outside wrapped around me in an instant, like an ice pack round a cup of tea, leeching my body heat. My breath was
