A blustery morning on the hill with a stiff northerly blowing across. And to maximise the shelter provided by the scrubs and hedges, the ponies were up by the top gate in the most exposed part of the reserve! Flam was eating away whilst her body guards were surveilling (not sure that's a word) the area. They all looked great, the wind seemed to be keeping the flies away and ruffling Doune's hair to produce a trendy windswept look. They weren't interested in me at all, despite chattering away to them for ages, so left them happily doing what they do best (eating not causing mischief).
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