Alice's travels, part 643

It's been a while since I've blogged, says Alice. As the master of Beverley House Stables (as we laughingly call him) has gone out to do evening stables, I thought I'd jump on the Mac while the coast is clear. He doesn't really like me stealing his thunder.

I just haven't been out much, too cold and wet for an ageing Basenji of late, but today was glorious so I took the opportunity to supervise Olly cantering Desiree up Warren Hill. He's not bad for a rookie but I wish he'd model himself a bit more on my favourite jumps hoop, Nick Pearce. Now there's a handsome devil.

Anyway, Desiree, who has been at BHS nearly as long as I have, tends to think she owns the place and her behaviour can be a little bit precious. I don't know why she's such a prima donna, she's never even won a race (second at Beverley, pah!) but Olly's got her working well and I hope they let me stowaway in the lorry when she sets off for Huntingdon in May for their first outing together.

I was a little taken aback to be asked to do two canters up the hill but the master appeared on Mattie Stokes and we had to go up and watch him and pretend we were interested.

I made the most of the day-long sunshine by nipping off down the horsewalk to steal a bone from my secret source. Thought I'd got away with it but they spotted me as they were leaving the yard on Bilkie and By Storm. I'm going to have to be more careful...