With trailering at both ends, a two-hour ride means that I will be away from home for up to four hours. So, having left work at 5pm with an hour's journey home, it was going to be a late trip.
We set off with the sun setting golden at our backs, entering a quiet green landscape that embraced our disappearance from the world beyond.
In rolling sinuous valleys the air was cool and fresh. The chalk track glowed bright in the deepening shadow. Then back to the ridge as the orange sun slipped below a horizon decorated with filigree trees.
We arrived back at the trailer after the mid-summer sun had set, the world becoming grey with rising gloom. In near-darkness I returned Brena to her field, and got home in inky blackness.
another nice one : )
Posted by: The Equestrian Vagabond | July 01, 2011 at 05:34 PM
It was nice, but a bit longer than I was expecting - and the stretch through a pig farm was unexpected.
Posted by: White Horse Pilgrim | July 02, 2011 at 12:19 AM