~Day One: Picking Up~
~WIP~
"No rest for the wicked..."
That was the first sentence I grumbled to myself, rolling onto my stomach and reaching to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table. Pressing the centre button brought the little piece of technology to life, sending bright light into my recently-awakened eyes and multiple curse words rolling off my tongue. A lack of sleep had left me in an extremely foul mood. The flight from London's Heathrow airport to Dallas/Forth Worth was hardly a relaxing nine hours, especially with the rather hyperactive five year old boy on the row behind me kicking my seat and screaming at his parents. It couldn't be helped, but it was not exactly helpful. The connecting flight to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, wasn't exactly easy to sleep on either, especially with the awe-inspiring American landscape below our small aircraft. Even with the rather cushy Wyoming motel room I now had, sleeping didn't seem to come naturally. I'd never been a major fan of hotels. At least that was one of the two excuses I had for my inability to fall asleep, the other one being my excitement for picking up my Mustang. It was one of my favourite times of the year- the opportunity for me to explore the field of equine behaviour first hand!
~WIP~
"No rest for the wicked..."
That was the first sentence I grumbled to myself, rolling onto my stomach and reaching to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table. Pressing the centre button brought the little piece of technology to life, sending bright light into my recently-awakened eyes and multiple curse words rolling off my tongue. A lack of sleep had left me in an extremely foul mood. The flight from London's Heathrow airport to Dallas/Forth Worth was hardly a relaxing nine hours, especially with the rather hyperactive five year old boy on the row behind me kicking my seat and screaming at his parents. It couldn't be helped, but it was not exactly helpful. The connecting flight to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, wasn't exactly easy to sleep on either, especially with the awe-inspiring American landscape below our small aircraft. Even with the rather cushy Wyoming motel room I now had, sleeping didn't seem to come naturally. I'd never been a major fan of hotels. At least that was one of the two excuses I had for my inability to fall asleep, the other one being my excitement for picking up my Mustang. It was one of my favourite times of the year- the opportunity for me to explore the field of equine behaviour first hand!
