This must have been after a glass of Bushmills. Rich was obviously trying to creep back into his ger, and either he has shrunk or.....
Not nearly as high off the ground as we're used to - but my pony was so lazy it had to be dragged everywhere. It was probably all it could do to stand up under the weight...
Not a bad valley to ride down. Can't quite remember why we had a spare pony at this point.
Just any old picture of the meadows all around the ger camp. G was in paroxysms of delight. Can't see what all the fuss was about, myself.
Somebody must have been lying down to take this photo. If it was me, I don't remember - so it probably was.