Rusty It was late September, and though the sun was shining, early signs of autumn were beginning to show. As Molly and Rosie rode their horse along the bridle path,a flutter of golden brown leaves scattered in front of them. "I love this time of year," said Molly. "Me to," said Rosie. She leaned forward and patted her chestnut horse. "And it suits you perfectly." Rosie's horse was called autumn glory. He was the colour of reddening leaves. Molly's horse, blue, was a grey, and his coat shone beautifully in the sunlight. They looked great together walking side by side, while the girls chatted about the next years pony camp. After stopping for a rest at a small clearing, it was time to return to silver shoe farm. " let's take the long route, around the village." Suggested Molly. This was one of their favourite off road tracks, a small lane that ran along the edge of north cosford with its big trees.
