You wouldn't think the world could seem much fun on a Sunday morning at 3.30 am, especially with the sound of rain lashing at the window and normally I would have to agree. However this Sunday morning was a different matter as I was due to feed Ashley, the delightful bundle of fluff.

Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I must have dormouse genes somewhere in my makeup! I am not known for keeping late nights or early mornings. However, when the call came out for volunteers to feed Ashley, our orphaned foal I jumped at the chance. How could I resist the honour of helping this lovely little chap?