Time, I think, for some memories of a sunny autumn. On this particular day my friend Annie and I rode Ellie May and her daughter, Riis, to the pub. We didn't actually hitch them outside, which would have made for a great photo but here they are in a friend's paddock.
Saddles off and enjoying a bite of their own lunch. Cognoscenti may notice the English saddle on the right - my obliging friend keeps it specially for me, as a I remain a stubborn purist. I pulled her leg about the Confederate flag saddle-cloth, "So you're a racist redneck then?"
"No I am not! (I can verify that), just a proud southerner!" She hails from Alabama and we had an interesting conversation about self-determination.
It was a fabulous day, the hills still holding some autumn colours, apples still clinging to the trees to the great delight of the horses, the high meadows shimmering in the sun. A day to sit outside in the beer garden, a day when you couldn't imagine winter just around the corner.
Of course it wasn't really a pub in the English sense but it would do.