Dusty Chance Farm

03/08/2026

02/15/2026

Bunny girls ❤️

02/07/2026

Perfect approach to the endless winter …

Romanticising the yard in winter so we don’t have a breakdown

We tell ourselves it’s magical before we even open the car door.
That’s step one. Commitment to the lie.

The cold hits immediately, straight into the lungs, like it’s got something personal against us. We decide it’s “crisp” rather than deeply offensive. We stand there breathing out little clouds and pretend we’re in a gritty rural drama, not people who forgot their gloves again.

The yard is quiet in that suspicious winter way. Everything is damp. The air smells like hay, mud, and mild regret. We walk carefully, partly because the ground is lethal, partly because if we move slowly enough we can call this peaceful rather than exhausting.

The hot beverage of choice is essential. Two hands round the mug. Steam on the face. This is not a drink, it’s emotional support. The gate sticks, as it always does, and we shoulder it open like it’s an old relationship we’re both tired of.

Our horse is at the far end of the field. Obviously. We romanticise the walk. We tell ourselves it’s grounding, not a trek across what feels like a failed civil engineering project from HS2.

When they finally arrive, they’re cold and unimpressed. We put a hand on their neck and wait for the warmth, because that bit is actually lovely and we will defend it with our lives. Steam rises. We nod like yes, this was worth it.

The light disappears far earlier than is reasonable. The head torch comes out and suddenly we feel powerful. Capable. Like people who have their lives together. This lasts about four minutes. Our fingers stop working. The horse sighs. We take it personally.

The tap is frozen. Again. We laugh because crying feels like effort. We make do, spill half the water, and tell ourselves this is rustic and character-building rather than deeply annoying. Our sock now soggy.

By the time we leave, we smell like hay, our hair has given up, and our bodies hurt in a way that suggests we’ve done something meaningful, even if that something was mostly not falling over or trying not to

We sit in the car for a moment with the heater on full, replaying the whole thing in kinder terms.

This is how we survive winter at the yard.
Not by loving it.
But by romanticising it just enough to come back tomorrow.

02/04/2026

😊

01/05/2026

This right here ❤️

In the deep mid-winter,
when the ground is iron hard,
Water buckets freeze solid,
and the dark comes far too fast.

Steam rises from warm nostrils,
rugged backs beneath the stars,
Hands numb through soggy gloves,
mud somehow everywhere ... not just the yard.

The arena is a mirror,
the lanes a test of nerve,
You question all your life choices
as you trudge out “just to check” (again).

The horses stand unmoved by it all.
Unbothered.
Fed.
Watching you like this is perfectly normal behaviour.

They do not mark the days.
They only know:

hay arrives

water matters

you came back

In the deep mid-winter,
there are no rosettes,
summer dreams that feel very far away,
no pressure to progress.

Just care.
Consistency.
Showing up when it’s cold and thankless and quiet.

And somehow
this is where the bond deepens.

In frozen mornings and last checks at night.
In shared breath in the dark.
In choosing them, again and again,
when no one is watching.

This is not the glamorous season.
This is the faithful one.

In the deep mid-winter,
love looks like hay,
and warmth,
and turning the lights off knowing
they are safe.

11/27/2025

❤️

Thankful for our horses and animals, for our friends and family, and for all of you.

Just so very Thankful.

11/11/2025

Sounds familiar 😂

09/20/2025

❤️

They’re family til the end…

09/16/2025

❤️

There is comfort, peace, and healing in the heart of a horse.

07/27/2025

❤️

A horse can hear
a human heartbeat
from at least four feet away.
They hear intention,
they feel vibe -
they are the tellers of self
and mirrors of souls.

Angel Reins Stable♥️
A Place of Horses and Healing

07/24/2025

My sweet bunny girls greet me when I drive in most mornings and afternoons ❤️ (They don’t usually hang around if Rip is with me 😳)