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Bump... but first...

We returned to a place where a few months ago we had been laying blackthorn. the hedge is coming into its own and starting to look really good. In a few years, they won't need the posts and wire as well... maybe.


Daisy's sheep were in the paddocks, lambing. We saw three babies - so new they were tiny on wobbly legs. Manx Sheep and Hebridean.


The task was replacing rotten posts. I did some staple removal, some clearing around the posts for access and some stapling. Also some post ramming.


And I managed to do the very thing you are warned about - I bashed my face with the rammer.


I felt such an idiot. And it hurt.


This was the very day I had been talking to Claire and Daisy about applying for the Volunteer Officer role and then I nearly knock myself out with 20kg of steel.


They were incredibly kind and supportive - as were Alison and Mick. Alison held me when I cried and Mick drove me home - his lovely wife Jan following in her car.


How often have I injured my head?


1974 when I fell out the back of Mum's car and she only noticed when she saw me rolling down the hill behind her.

1975 when a girl who was baby-sitting smashed a wooden swing against the back of my head to see what would happen. A few weeks later she rubbed handfuls of sand in my eyes.

1982 when I was sitting on Syringa bareback, no hat, and she jumped a 5-bar gate from a standstill and I landed on my head on a concrete block.

1985 when Sylko bolted and I cracked a branch off a tree with my hat and nose. When I got home, my Dad was so shocked by all the blood on my shirt that he fell off a ladder.

1986 when I got dumped on a showjump by Sylko.

1989 in a car crash - head on collision with the next door neighbour. I'd just passed my test.

1997 when I fell off a bull in a rodeo and landed on my head on very hard ground. That was the worst.... until...

2001 when I turned my convertible over and needed 9 stitches in my scalp.

2009 ish - various falls from Jet with and without a hat.

2012 when I was kicked in the head by a horse.


I think that's it.


Amazing I have a head left.


When I got home (thanks to Mick and Jan), I visited CD. He was having a bad day too - repeatedly dive-bombed by two of the Driveways and battling the strong wind. He could hardly stand up.


I know how he felt.


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