Blue skies, warmth, a little breeze. Clear air. The occasional hum of a tractor. Fields deep under ripe crop, and fields newly bare. Quiet trails. Hours out and about. Such is a good day on the chalk downlands in August.
C and I covered a fair mileage today. It was the sort of ride that left me pleasantly tired, with a warm glow to my already tanned face and arms. A ride after which I slept an hour on the sofa with my old cat curled up next to me. A good day, then. Friendship, riding, resting.
The horses went so well. Brena was calmly energetic, seemingly happy to be out. She felt like such a sensible, reliable horse. I felt as if we could have gone on for days and weeks. Past crispy canola and the huge machines harvesting it. Down overgrown trails deep in burgeoning vegetation. Over warm welcoming hills beneath the wide sky. It was a perfect summer day.