The evening mist is settling down over the stables, but not enough to shadow the last bit of light. The dark break just before sunset was the perfect quiet time to take Gallant Lad out for a stroll to see his new home.
The quiet before the storm, as Tommie puts it, before the children and boarders turn up to ride their animals.
A chill wind touches Lad just enough for his hair to stand up, and he flares his nostrils at the unknown surroundings - that tree, what does it want? why is it moving and whistling? he holds his breath, and sharply exhales, blowing a short raspberry before carrying on after Georgia, who just watches him quietly.
Hes a soft character, just a little tense. Few drops of rain fall and She wishes that she might have bought her coat out with her.
Lad grazes quietly. He seems to like it here.