I am a great believer in putting folk to work if they offer.  I  mean it would be rude not to. They’ve come all this way, which as we all know is not easy.

So when Michele said she was “happy to help”, I gave her a brush and said “choose your pony”.

Once all the ponies had been brushed to their’s and our satifaction, we all found a dry spot to sit down on.  We waited and it didn’t take long.

And we chatted, while hugging or being hugged by small hairy ponies and put the world to rights, looking at the beautiful view.

There are worst ways to spend a holiday.