With the promise looming of more rain on the Thursday, we had decided to a repeat of Monday, and so K found herself swimming alone again in the indoor pool at 9.30am. I sat at the side watching her enviously as she swam to and fro. The pool looked so inviting, especially as it was empty of anyone else. Sigh.
After getting dressed, we returned quickly to the mobile home to return the wet towel and costume, and then as it hadn’t begun to rain yet, we set off on a walk to find the horses we could so plainly hear from our caravan.
The sound was coming from the general direction north of the park, where there is a narrow lane which takes you to Reighton Village about three quarters of a mile away. Armed with our trusty cameras, we set off in high expectations of horse spotting! It was a very enjoyable walk, there was no traffic and the hawthorn hedges alongside the side of the road were full of flowers.
We hadn’t walked far when we came upon a farm with the horses and ponies we could obviously hear from our mobile home. The first pony had a foal with her, he was so cute!
Further along were some more horses, and I spent some time feeding one with the luscious grass that was growing in abundance at the side of the road, as the grass in the field where he was had been cut really short, and was fairly dry.
Making our way further along the road, it began to spit with the promised rain, and looking down into the valley, I could see no sign of the promised destination of Reighton Village.
Anyway, I was already beginning to tire, so we retraced our steps back to the mobile home and not before time as it absolutely poured down!