It was freezing first thing this morning, exposed on Spy Holms. The first real frost I've seen this autumn dusted everything, and your breath hung in the air. I hope it's a sign of what's to come, we could do with a cold winter. It didn't last though, as soon as the sun cleared the horizon proper, the frost was gone and you wouldn't know it had ever been. A good sized herd of ponies, maybe 30 or so, cantered excitedly up from Red Rise and stood facing the sun, bathing in the lukewarm rays, which although weak were still welcomed. I bet it gets mighty cold down through Red Rise, cold clinging mists frequently hang around the stream and its dank environs through wet months. They must be made of sturdy stuff these forest ponies.
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