We land on Mars

On Friday I strapped the pack saddle on to Albert and we set off again along the T'Railway, this time heading inland away from the coast through wood and bogland interspersed with secluded lakes..

 It was not long before we reached Avondale, where there is a museum in the old railway station, unfortunately closed this early in the season.  But there was a convenient patch of grass outside where I was able to tether Lady and hobble Albert for a short rest...

Riding along an old section of preserved rail track..........

I had arranged a feed drop with Bruce White in Mahers, or Mars as it is pronounced by the initiated.  So that is how I ended up in a very lively cabin party with the Martians below - as you can see, not a green face among them ....

A Bruce Sandwich.

LtoR. Bruce 2, Lorna, Thora, Henry, a rather squashed Wanda, Terry, Steven, Bruce 1 (aka White and cabin owner)   And once again my truck was unslept in as I was persuaded to take advantage of the very comfy couch by the woodburner.

 

I had a bit of trouble with the saddle pad slipping round on the way to Mahers, but the following morning Lloyd Downey from the cabin next door dug out a spanner and helped adjust the pack saddle to a wider fitting which has helped stabilise it.

En route to Whitbourne where the horses are corralled with Robert and Diane March...