This week we went out to tack up the ponies in beautiful sunshine.  It was a glorious day and I was looking forward to a lovely, relaxing ride.

By the time we started up the hill,  the sky behind us had gone ominously dark and we could see the weather closing in.  It was still beautiful though.

Before long the hail started and Galahad’s mane was filled with pretty beads.

For the first time  I felt that my riding skirt was serving a genuine purpose – protecting my poor little clipped pony from all those hailstones.

We did have a lovely ride nonetheless and despite the hail it was nice and relaxing.  A wonderful way to spend a morning.