THE EYE OF THE PONY

A really sweet one, this pony, she stood with two horses in the field, high on the hill of Herstelle. We had parked the car along the road, and had climbed the hill to have a nice view down upon the river and the plains at the other side of it.
A lovely, sunny day again, we are spoiled with this late summershine.
The pony came towards us, expecting that we had bring something, or just for a bit of company. She gently kissed my hand.
During the morning I had cut bushes and buxes to let some air and light enter the dark underground. Piet Hein had sitting reading, tomorrow is his plan to start again freshly  clearing another part on the slope.