‘How about we see what the weather is doing before we definitely decide what to do.’ He shrugged, still patting Simba absently. ‘Also depends on my schedule.’ Walking back to the stables he listened intently as the Vet explained everything. It would seem that all four boys were fine, as was Morgana. More importantly Gwen was definitely with Foal.
‘They’re all fine.’ Bryn grinned. ‘They’re Shires, so a declining variety. We’ve been trying to breed ours this year and it looks like we’ve managed it. Gwen’s pregnant.’ He patted the mare on the neck, stroking her lightly.