Clondaw Robin Blog – June 2026
We had a new bloke in the field since my last update, Hallo Max. He seemed nice enough, but all of a sudden the field suddenly felt a bit…overcrowded. To the untrained human eye, it might look like a very big field, but I subscribe to the philosophy that anything which is not within touching range or visible probably does not exist. It does not look like such a huge field then. If you are struggling with this philosophical concept, I recommend “Why The World Does Not Exist” by Markus Gabriel and have declared it Shovelstrode Book Of The Month, although I have been a bit slow to finish it as the humans were busy so I had nobody available to turn over the pages for me.
Getting back to the point in hand, Andy very helpfully decided to have Everyonesgame, Hallo Max and Wait In The Wings in a different field. This is a good thing because Wait In The Wings is a bit of a stroppy nuisance and Everyonesgame can make sure that all the other chesnuts are fully informed of what the bays and greys are up to. More bays might turn up and we otherwise would not know. You were all aware that chesnuts are all interconnected telepathically, right? Everything we do is derived from decade after decade of collective experience. And an occasional need to keep the humans on their toes. Although he is bay, we did keep Privatearing in with us because he needs me to keep a watch out for mischief that he may encounter. Can you imagine what trouble he would get in without me keeping things sensible?
{As the vet bill payer, I really can imagine it. Thanks for your work. The word legend is greatly overused these days, but in this instance… – Ed.}
This is Everyonesgame spying on the non-chesnuts. He can see their every move, they don’t even know he is watching them.
I also heard that my occasional colleague Stitch won something, and qualified for something else at Christmas which is quite important. The exact outcome is unclear as I got my information from Somkiyr, who is bay, inherently unreliable and inherently French. It is not a combination that I can cope with easily. If I do ever get specific details I might go along and watch – with us two in the horsebox, we will soon find out how well put together the axles are.
Our letter comes from a Mr Antoine-Augustin Parmentier of Paris. He asks “Will you accept my apology?” I absolutely do, all apologies are gratefully received. Somewhat verbosely, in my opinion, he goes on to add that whilst he was convincing France to adopt the potato as a staple diet, was pioneering the extraction of sugar from sugar beet, rolled out the first mandatory smallpox vaccination scheme, founding a school of breadmaking and forwarding all sorts of methods of food preservation, he forgot to develop anything for horses. That is a problem with his legacy, but prior to Parmentier the potato was banned in France as it was believed to carry leprosy. You can see where Somkiyr gets it from! Anyway, no hard feelings. After all, can you imagine France without 138 variants of bread, and they all ignored his work on preservatives. It’s quite an ungrateful approach really.
Parmentier’s Tomb
