Horsey, horsey.

A horse, a horse, my Kingdom for a horse!
Don't despair Richard, there is one here at the local garden centre. It may be a bit small, but obviously better than nothing. As well as finding a mount, you can recharge your flagging energy with a lovely new baked scone, which might be just the thing to change history and have that usurper Henry Tudor put to flight for good.

A spot of retail therapy in the shape of a new red anorak for our June visit to the Hebrides followed the intake of a scone -one scone -divided equally. Going cold turkey after a week of daily scones is well known to be bad for you.