Horse

Horse, head, hair, happy or sad...
..A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse, of course,
Unless, of course, the horse, of course,
Is the famous Mr. Ed

On a mission now for my alphabet blips. I had a great plan to find a horse and feed it a hobnob, by hand. Anna (unfortunately not Hanna) and I went out to find a horse at lunchtime. Hobnobs were abandoned when I was told that they would be bad for horse stomachs and might make them blow up. (?!)

So we stood and 'gee geed' and held handfuls of hay for these horses. Most of them just stood and looked at us like we were blimmin idiots. Then the horsey man drove up and asked us what we were doing and if we were going to offer him millions for his horsey haven. 'No', I said, 'we're taking pictures of your non-hungry horses that don't like hay.'

Of course, it would have been nice if we could have spoken some horse, of course.