You know you're there when you see them, for they are impossible to miss. The River Horses, from which the valley takes its name, are not horses at all, but giant carvings of them. Leaping or striding out from the rocky cliffs cut clean by the water, they stare with unseeing eyes at all that passes before them.

There has been much research and investigation as to who carved them, and when. For the oldest and most complete has been tentatively dated at about five thousand years, but all the others range in age between that time and the present, and accounts from brave explorers and lonely travelers have shown their number to be increasing steadily, with new horses appearing after every flood or exceptionally high water. Because of this some researchers had proposed that it was not people at all who carved them, but the river itself.

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Another in the Lonely Rider series (which will be available as prints at AC this year): this one I am specially proud of. Even over a year later I can look back at this and be happy with it.

Colored pencils, as always. Art and related prose © myself.