A damp morning, but I managed to complete the round before the midday rain arrived. The ponies were playing hard to find, having proved invisible from the top track. I finally found them, about 300 or so metres along from the motorway gate, and maybe 50m or so down the hill. Flam and Doune were grazing, looking far less bedraggled than I did by this stage, and keen to come and say hallo in a huffy way. Kat was lying down looking a bit morose (being very anthropomorphic), and troubled by flies. I couldn't see anything untoward, and she seemed very alert. Troughs were fine.
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