A freezing and overcast day on the Hill, having to resort to dragging the woolly hat out of the cupboard. It was mid May and not a butterfly was stirring...
The ponies were up the eastern end mooching in and around the shrubs up there, possibly hiding from Sam, who was visiting. They were in good form, Flam and Kat nipping each other over my attention, but is good to see Flam back to her friendly best. They were looking really well and seemed very happy munching away.
The eastern trough on the other hand is not looking so healthy unless muddy brown is a sign of wellness. I certainly wouldn't drink from it, but then I don't have the constitution of an Exmoor. Also don't tell Southern Water or they'll be up there piping it into the water supply....too soon?? (hope that doesn't count as slander!)
Talking of Southern Water, the Water Trea...Sewage works are smelling very frisky at the moment, which might help to explain the lack of butterflies and why the ponies seem to prefer the eastern end of the site.
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