Wet, wet, wet

We started out dry but it was thick mud underfoot and the seven miles we had to cover took us five hours, most of it in the driving rain and gale force wind.

This Dartmoor pony looked terribly sad, poor thing.

I have cooked for the four of us but I now need a bath to soak my tired limbs.

More of the same tomorrow.

Apologies for zero comments.