Ok has anyone remembered where we left the riders? 

flying water and mud. 

The mountain stillness watching after the chasing of the wind. 

Of muscle and wind. 

back biting taken as read in this game. 

just a quiet word in your ear 

first contact. 

making the first steps towards friendship 

1,2,3,4,5 coming ready or not 

standing your ground against incoming visitors. 

into the circle they came.... 

the moment when you hope all that natural diet does not decide to have a side effect 

"Honest I saw lions doing the same to creep up on someone..." 

leading them towards the entrance of the circle 

A moment of wonder, the horses came charging around the stone circle serveral times before the leader brought them in side it and explored my being there through smell and touch. 

The leader of the herd, strength in motion. 

As the clouds chased the north wind across the water's surface, the bared rock watched on. 

full of life, young as the wind, strength as old as the fells they race across. Sometimes you find a place to welcome the missing of a loved one who would have delighted in the moment, and share that moment in your thoughts and hope they feel it and remember the good times. 

smoking hills 

steps, fissures and still water 

timeless and changing as slowly as the hills 

secret worlds revealed 

random currents form a thing of balanced beauty 

sealrock at ripples edge 

winters hidden layers revealed in summer