It snowed again last night and this morning, taking us all by surprise.
The horses were all kept in owing to the poor weather and to save the fields from further damage.
It didn't take long to get Brena ready since she came from a dry stable rather than a muddy field.
As we set off the weather closed in. Mist descended and fresh snow swept in. For the first few minutes the overall whiteness was hard on my eyes, even beneath the overcast. As for Brena, she plodded on, slipping a little here and there - and keeping a keen eye out for any vegetation poking through the snowy blanket.
A little bit of eating did take place. It's a well understood arrangement: I take photos and Brena grazes.
Just a little sun shone through, adding a nice touch to the end of the ride. There, up on the hill, is the village where Brena lives. It's an intriguing landscape positively encouraging engagement.
These hills just lead the eye onward presenting scenes begging to be explored. Where is that grassy hillside now covered by snow? I can look at a view that has changed little in a century or more, perhaps not for much longer than that. The sheer amount of woodland in particular is redolent of a past age.