Dun horse at a timber gate at dawn with visible breath

November 1, 2026 · 7 min

Mud at the gate, and what I laid down to stop it

A corner worn to soup by one horse, and the stone, the rest and the daily hoof check that made it firm again.

Dun horse grazing in a green meadow below snowy peaks

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