Listening to: Inside of Love (Nada Surf)
The snow's gone and the rain and mist have descended on the island and everyone's feeling just a little bit fed up.
Feddest up of the lot is Merlin the pony who's definitely missing a little magic. As it happens, he's nursing a broken heart - or whatever the equine equivalent is.
Jessika the Hung-g-garian horse has gone south to join Amy at her new job in Aberdeenshire and Merlin is sulking. Merlin is about the size of a large dog (a rottweiler perhaps), but nobody's ever thought to tell him.
No, when the boy looks in the mirror he sees the reincarnation of Alexander the Great's Bucephalus or maybe one of those nut-hard, shaggy jobs that Attila the Hun climbed aboard whenever he fancied putting the wind up the Roman Empire.
What everyone else sees is the shortest boy in the class, bustling around in a too-big coat with a "lookatmeI'mfantastic" air about him.
Jess is a leggy blonde, so it was hardly surprising Merlin adored her from the word go. What was far more surprising was that the feeling was, at least partly, mutual. It's fortunate Merlin would have needed a strong pulley system or a hoist to consummate the friendship. Two sets of step-ladders with a strong plank across perhaps.
Anyroadup. . . while Dotty, the easy-going Irish mare, and Teddy enjoy the peace and quiet in the absence of a pushy Eastern-European, Merlin is down in the dumps.
Cheering-up ideas to the usual address.