The M3 between Winchester and Hook is really beautiful with autumnal trees on both sides and spreading far into the distance. The sky was an amazing blue this morning and then black as thunder on the way back.
The ponies were close to the cricket club when I arrived but set off at quite a decent walk towards the bottom of the reserve with me tagging along behind. The pouring rain from the day before had left them with coats like otters and more than ever they looked like part of their own background.
Sadly, in less than a week since it was last cleared, there was a new fly tip on the banks of the reserve; ordinary household waste launched from the layby. I brought it all back up to the top in that hope that it can be collected by the refuse collectors tomorrow before the bags burst or are torn apart.
