A wet morning, and no sign of the Deacon Hill 3 by the corral. After a walk along the top path and a slippery descent, I turned back and finally spotted an equine silhouette below the top path, but not visible from the path. Flam was there as were the other 2. Flam seems to have taken a liking to blackberries. They were happily grazing, undeterred by the rain, and my arrival only seemed to interest them for a few seconds. All 3 seemed in fine form. The wet weather meant almost no flies. Troughs full.
I cannot do my round in 2 weeks, but Fiona is aware.

