It would take a book to record the adventures of Jenny’s long life but suffice it to say that she taught a lot of children to ride and brought fun and pleasure into many people’s lives. Jenny had enjoyed an idyllic summer at Craigadarten and when her time came she simply lay down in the sun to sleep and didn’t wake up. All who knew her will remember her with love and laughter, and that’s not a bad memorial for man or beast. I returned a day early from Rathmullan the last time I was up in order to foot the turf. The last Monday of June is very late for that job but the turf wasn’t cut till near the end of May and I hadn’t had a minute to get to it. Himself made me a fair offer last year and said that if I rared the turf that I could bring the half of it for myself. I had rared the turf for the last fifteen or more years anyway so there was no major change there. I got the lot done in the day despite a number of hefty showers. I just cut a plastic meal bag into a jacket and it kept my back dry, although the rain cascaded off it onto my legs. An ice cream, a pot of coffee with a drop of the crathur in it, followed by a good shower and there wasn’t a bother on me. It’s turning out to be a great summer for turf with these hot, dry spells and with a bit of luck I’ll get it home this month.
