All around were snow-capped mountains. It felt good China rail travel to be in the saddle again. Under its saddle the horse wore a wool blanket which China rail travel covered its back, as did many of the other horses being galloped on their morning’s errands.
Without these rugs their sweat would cause chills in the icy wind. My steed’s hooves thudded gently over the dried-up marshland grass and moss which held tiny yellow and blue flowers. As grazing goes, the grass was short-cropped and it would be hard work for any animal to eat his fill, yet all over the plain I could see herds of grazing cattle, horses and sheep.
