Old Feckless, I mean Freckles, my equine visitor, has gone home.
He's managed to bend a fence or two, roll on top of the septic soak pit (nice and sandy, that), open the dogyard gate and let the dogs out, leave neighers nests all around the place, stomp on my poor old hibiscus...
I hope he stays home while I'm away, I don't like the idea of him letting the dogs out again.
Oh, and there's the side gate which no longer latches, maybe the fence has moved, maybe someone forced it without pulling the pin out of the latch - but it's something else I need to get fixed and I'm not sure how.
I'll worry about it when I get home from Sydney.