Vying for cyberspace

I thought it was about time I started a blog war, so here goes.

In order to make you read my diary rather than John's, I promise to keep it short (well, sometimes) and I will ensure that the feared web administrator (he/she who must be obeyed) does not mess with any of Dickie's posts. And I feel sure, once he sees this pic of Carolynn and your diarist scrubbed up and in our finery for Anna's fabulous wedding a few weeks ago, he's going to have several brahmas (or should that be brahmae? Don't worry, John will correct me) to spout forth with.

Nothing much to say today other than welcome to my own tiny corner of cyberspace. Rain stopped play on my visit to Aston Upthorpe to photograph foals and to drop in on the lovely Mtoto so I'm sitting at my desk, supposedly catching up on a boring backlog of admin.

John's gone to see an Averti yearling which we very much hope will be joining the stable so I'm looking forward to his return and hearing all about it. But, for now, it's back to the books. See, I told you I'd keep it brief.