It’s already May 16th, and we can’t remember a year in the almost thirty years we’ve been here, where the frost has come this late. We’ve seen just tinges of it on the odd morning, but there’s not yet been a proper frost, and we can’t remember an autumn of this glory in all the time we’ve been here. Summerhill and Hartford are resplendent in the burgundys, golds, the maizy hues and emerald greens, and the horses are thriving on what’s left of the pre-winter weather.
Of course, for our overseas readers, remember this part of the world celebrates winter in great style, as we have big blue skies virtually from the beginning of April through to mid September, with very little moisture to speak of, and while our evenings are cool, and sometimes below zero, the days are spectacular.
Photos by Nick Goss