It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Texture

The social texture of our village is varied.

Today the local hunt disgorged its hounds into the road outside our house, as it does every autumn half-term, for the children's hunt. (The children are on the horses, they're not being hunted.)

The village green disappears under a sea of horse boxes and the patter of Sheltland pony hooves echo down the lanes.

Todays Mono Monday challenge, carefully hosted by Skeena, is Texture.

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