dedication, motivation and determination.

as a tiny one, I was always told

‘There’s no such word as can’t’ – Grandpa Hughes

When we lost Grandpa, a few years ago now, they had this engraved on a plaque, which they stuck on the wall above his bench at the local RDA charity. Pretty cool guy huh? His motto was put up to help all the disabled children when he wasn’t there.

This man, his life and his motto help me through life every single day. Now life isn’t simple on my end of the stick, but it’s a lucky one and I’m so grateful but I digress, but this motto gets me through every single hardship there is. Accompanied with ‘If you don’t have time, make time’ and I’m sorted. This is me now

I resolved years ago to let my Grandpa’s mottos become mine, because I wouldn’t be who I am without them. Every time I feel like giving up, I tell myself ‘There’s no such word as can’t’ and on I go again.

My Grandpa had an iron will, if he put his mind to it, he did it. No ifs, no buts. It would be done. And I try to do that too, be a bit like him. You don’t want to trifle with us Hughesies, we are those of the iron wills, but that’s a story for another day.

What I’m trying to say, is that to me, determination, dedication and motivation are so important in life ( and that’s why). I mean without them, nobody would get anywhere really.

Today, I got up at six o’clock (not early but…) in some pretty miserable whether (was it snowing? No. Was it raining? No. What was it doing? Somewhere between the two…) and put on 9 layers of clothing to go rowing in the minus degrees. Rowing isn’t an easy sport, nor is riding, and it’s not something for the faint hearted either. Or the squeamish… But the dedication shown by my crew is top notch. And I don’t mean to blow my own recorder (because I don’t have a trumpet) I’d like to say mine is too.

Now how I could do this without motivation, determination and dedication I don’t know. But I don’t need to, because as long as I remember my Grandpa, I’ll have all three. And that’ll be forever.

this one’s for you Grandpa x




So as I mentioned in a previous post, I own (merely meaning I look after him, otherwise it seems we play by his rules…) a Miniature Shetland  called Hustle. He’s a cheeky guy, a little dark bay roan colt, and he’s only six months old (at the time of this post). I’ll refer to him as little man or little fluff sometimes, so that’s who I mean, because he is so small (I’m known as a midget and he makes me look so tall!) and so fluffy (I could knit a whole duplicate of him if I had the attention span for knitting)

Anyway, I’ll get a photo of him uploaded asap for you guys

welcome to the madness little fluff

Pretty cool way to start the year:

Spent the morning doing boring bits and pieces like cleaning the kitchen, but then this afternoon…


Well world, meet the little fluff: Hustle! He’s a miniature Shetland colt, and he’s only six months old. Aww bless him, he’s SO fluffy! I have never met anything so fluffy, not even an owlet! He even makes me, my tiny little self, look like a giant!

We have big plans, this little guy and I.

I got him as a Christmas present (thank you Santa) from the lovely Polsue Manor Miniatures

Apparently he’s very cheeky so training him will be fun… Welcome to the mad house little fluff!


Anyway, it’s been three days now, and so far we have had a few melt-downs (he’s only a baby just got a bit overwhelmed) and discovered he has an appetite! So here comes the little Shetland attitude… and the stallion attitude too!

He learnt how to rear and walk on his hind legs a surprisingly long way, not sure that that’s entirely a good thing though… But we know if he kicks it doesn’t hurt too much! There’s just a nice little hoof print on my knee, sweet. It was an accident (I hope)

Bless, I made him sound like a monster but he’s not. He’s really sweet and did I mention how fluffy he is? Love my little man

Anyways I best be off, school tomorrow ewwwww.