06/06/2026
Hey guys it’s me the best cob Flynn.
I have been thinking a lot this week and I'd like to report a serious issue. I am being followed.😟
Everywhere I go, there are humans.
I walk to the gate? Humans.
I stand in the field? Humans.
I put my head over the stable door hoping for five minutes of peace? Humans.
And they all seem to want something.
"Flynn, can you look after this rider?"
"Flynn, can you stand still?"
"Flynn, can you stop eating that?"
It's exhausting being this popular.
This week has been the usual riding school chaos. I've escorted beginners around like the seasoned professional I am, forgiven some very creative steering decisions, and listened patiently while riders told me their deepest secrets halfway through a trek.
I know everything, by the way.👀
I know who's nervous.
I know who's feeling confident.
I know who's forgotten their left from their right.
And I definitely know who's got treats in their pocket.🍎
The yard has also entered that strange time of year where the weather can't make up its mind. One minute everyone's in T-shirts talking about summer, the next minute they're rummaging through the tack room looking for waterproofs and questioning all their life choices.☔️
I, meanwhile, have remained consistent.😘
Still handsome.
Still hardworking (some may disagree)
Still unfairly expected to exercise before breakfast.
I've also spent a lot of time this week watching the humans. They spend an extraordinary amount of money on equipment designed to stop mud getting on things, only to immediately put those things in mud. Fascinating species.
Anyway, another successful week completed.
The riders learned things.
The instructors survived (just). 😳
The ponies caused minor drama (by ponies I mean Blackcurrant, Blueberry, and Guinness). 👀
And I continued carrying the riding school on my broad, athletic shoulders.
You're welcome.
Love from everybody’s favourite cob Flynnnnnn ❤️
