Quand vient l'automne

It's been a quiet few days with the horses, all down to me, other things stopping me from working them.
Anky and Remy are moulting, Anky feels the cold and has had a light sheet on at night for the last week or so, but Remy came in this morning and he was cold too.
It's not my favourite time of year, it's with a tinge of sadness that I delve into the pile of rugs in preparation for the end of summer and the colder weather to come.
The shelter's taking shape - slowly - thanks to the poor standards and organisation of our local supply depot. Hopefully it won't take too long to finish.