A Frosty Day at Freedom Farm

 

It was cold last night. I tried to play real tennis at Cambridge and virtually froze.


This is the end of the new buildings. Note the sky.




Vague Shot looks almost miserable. But he was friendly to me, when I stroked him.

Also at his age, he knows how to keep warm and makes sure his rug doesn't move. Incidentally, he still doesn't grow a decent coat in the winter.


This is the new offices from the same position as on The Stud.

Note Vague Shot's stable at the right.