I ride my horse most mornings, and leave his stable ready for the evening when he comes in from the field. Early evening, as the sun is going down (or earlier if it’s dull), the horses come in for the night. Tonight the sun was catching the trees as I drove up.
The Garth mountain cast shadow over the fields as the horses in the different fields waited to be brought in, knowing their routine.
Once in their stables, they tuck in to a bit of hay and I change my friend’s and my horse into their indoor stable rugs before giving them their dinners.
And, of course, they get breakfasts brought round by the yard owner before we arrive in the mornings.