This evening, the sun came out
(after the showers of the afternoon), so I disregarded all the 101 things I should be doing and went for a walk instead ,over to the Old Barn field: ‘La Cabane’
Heading out through the archway:
I took the long gangway which leads directly to La Cabane:
I didn’t want to disturb the mares and foals who are grazing over there. Horses don’t like visitors to their fields in the evening, when the light is fading and the ancient fear of predators overrides any recognition that it might be only me. So half way along the track, I turned left and walked up through La Chêne (the Oak tree field) which lies adjacent to our neighbour’s arable farm, to a vantage point where I could see the old barn but remain unseen myself. You could see the almost full moon already high in the sky:
The neighbour’s arable field is ploughed and harrowed with winter barley safely sown:
La cabane is in a quiet sheltered place used in previous centuries for quarantining poorly horses and nursing them back to health in peace and quiet:
I wondered if any of the lads in this early 20th century picture of the Haras cared for any of their thoroughbred equine aristocrats in this tranquil place?