Where is he?

The stable was being built for Will.I.Am

who took to his hooves again and headed off into the wilderness, so as he had not been seen for longer than usual yours truly did as he was told and set off to find him.

The lack of rain is obvious, already the pool is almost dry

and even though there were rainclouds above the dry spell carried on. 

After 6 miles I finally found some equines but all of the non Will.I.Am variety. 

Sven wasn't so sure being surrounded by the wild ponies 

but Spotty stopped to say hello

and chat

chilling out.

The hill fog descended so it was home time 

for dinner.

I was head chef and so the postponed valentine meal took place

three courses

under the eagle eye of Baxter

who really wanted his share of beef wellington.

And dessert.
 Not a chance!