We have a family movie night on Fridays.
I made popcorn. After few attempts that resulted both in burned and not cooked pop corn (how is that even possible) I mastered the skill of just enough oil and pop corn in a pot with a lid. Result: fluffy, soft pop corn! (Now I know the difference between fluffy soft pop corn and not so fluffy, rock hard look alike.)
Movie of the night: Princess Bride
I have actually seen Princess Bride 14 years ago in January. I was visiting my then boy friend (now my husband) and we watched it at a sea side cottage with friends. I fell asleep in the middle of it and so clearly was not so impressed with it. I think it was hard for me to understand the English?
After putting two Princess Buttercups and one handsome Westley to bed (young Mr. Eppu Westley went to bed earlier), I have been playing around with my photos from the mountains.
So last time I left you with me changing my camera lens and approaching the two, three, four, five horses and seeing three more disappearing behind the hill.
I knew the horses had heard me. My snow pants were making funny swishing noise, camera lens cover was clanking against the camera body and I must have been panting like a race dog, half with excitement and half with being out of breath.
Well, ok, maybe 75% of being out of breath?
The wind was blowing toward me though, and for a moment distant memories of Tarzan and other educational books and wind direction and preying etc. were flashing through my mind. They cannot smell me...so I won't scare them away.
But clearly the horses could see me. I mean, you could see a mouse a mile away in this snow.
And I saw them looking at me.
I just didn't want to scare them away. Not now. Not this close. Careful, careful.
So I enjoyed the moment, moving slowly and snapping pictures.
There were 5 horses on one hill and ten more in the valley. 15 horses running free?
But I guess it is really really hard to keep 15 horses fed through the winter. Yeah, let them run in the mountains and find food. They will come back.
I don't know how long I was standing there and enjoying these beautiful creatures.
At the end I was hoping they would run a bit, you know, for great photos. But no.
Eventually the background noise of screaming children sledding down the hill faded away and I guessed they were getting into the cars.
One more picture!
I heard the car honking for me.
I was going to call and say I was coming, but there was no cell phone reception.
So I put the camera away and started to run towards the road. It was fun after I told myself to ignore the chances of stepping into a hole and twisting my ankle.
After sliding down a very steep hill on my *tail, to the great amusement of my family that was watching me from the car, I was down on the muddy road wiggling between the hills.
In the perfect world the horses would have come galloping on the mud road to say goodbye to me, but I guess they were busy keeping themselves alive.
I wonder if their teeth get cold at meal times in the winter?