The horse flies were out in force as we left in the morning but we eventually left them behind when we met the sea breeze descending to Seaton. It was a varied day from rural bridleways to housing estates and the sea front. Greeting the people we passed, especially on the sea front was interesting – we were quite a spectacle for many of them.
We were grateful for the neighbour at one gate who kindly opened it for us just as we were pondering who was going to get off as it was impossible to do mounted – nowhere for the horse’s front end; it’s such a common failing with gate installations, presumably because they’re done by upright humans with no vision for the length of a horse.
Horrible weather with pouring rain in the afternoon but we made it despite losing our way before Penn Cross.
Day 7 started in light rain but we’d just about dried out from yesterday so didn’t mind too much.
We were amazed to emerge from one length with four shoes still on each pony as it was hock deep clay through a wood. A notice at the edge of the wood said the bridge was out of commission but didn’t mention the clay! When we reached the bridge, work was in progress but the workers kindly moved the machine so we could use the ford next to the bridge.
We met many awful unfriendly gates today, the tally for good vs bad gates encountered on this ride so far tips far towards the latter!