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.