Epona

The horses are getting their winter coats, it's most noticeable on the younger ones. They look quite downy. As they lazily grazed bathed in autumn sun, millimg through the open woodland, I thought how peaceful and contented they always looked in their woodland world. Who wouldn't be, out there in the forest on a day like today; the horses though, have to endure the harshest of weathers too.

The stream had receded, revealing the frequently, and less frequently, used crossing places; and the water, the water is crystal clear. The stream flowed swiftly, racing and bubbling over the gravel clearly visible laying a couple of inches below; then through one of the deep pools commonly found in the woodland streams. Here the clear waters took on brown hue from the surrounding heathland peats that filtered the water; tangled logs, bits of branches and other detritus could just be made out in their depths.

The few high bores we've had so far this autumn have already begun to alter the faces of the stream; banks have moved or disappeared, small dams have formed and features you'd become familiar with through the year are gone. There was a log, left by last years wet season, used to cross the stream in a section some distance from a crossing place in either direction; I used this log on every occasion I walked this way, now it lays 20m down stream logded in the branches of a group of trees/shrubs surrounding a deep pool.