FIRST the morning light crept over the mountains, stretching its weary limbs as it crawled across the night-blue land turning it into the green and pleasant pasture that Merrijig has come to be known for.
Then the dawn riders began their slow, solemn ascent of Corn Hill.
The sound of a hundred and one horses’ hooves gently clip clopping upon the road beneath them.
As the dawn riders reached the hus...
