Spring is well and truly upon us - frost bitten paddocks replaced by the lush green of rye, flower beds a sea of colour, cherry blossoms resplendent across the Hartford estate, and daylight well past the 12 hour mark. As if to mock my optimistic Saturday morning decision to pack away all my pullovers and replace the feather quilts with sheets however, the mist drifted across the property this morning, temperatures plunged and by early afternoon the surrounding mountains were resplendent in virgin snow and we were all shivering in our jackets as we dashed inside from the rain.

Hint - don’t call our broodmare manager and ask her about her day. Annet has an unfailing sense of good humour but she is, after all, trying to cycle maiden mares!