Boxing day, golden light. The air has a cold chill in the sunshine and is full of birds. On top of the hill sunshine slants.
A blue sky day, wild land, empty of people, full of life.
Along this way many have passed leaving messages tangled in thorns that snatch and catch as we walk through, fox and badger, stoat and weasel.
Silver horses greet us, gentle giant beasts that shine in the golden light.
They watch us walk, at peace with all, curious, brilliant.
Brave Kiffer, who knows no fear, decides that a cat can ride a horse.