Feeding the horses

We went for a walk with my friend from the village today and headed up the road to the top of the village, where the views are lovely.

We stopped for a couple of minutes and the eldest decided to pick some grass for the horses on the other side of the  wall.  What he couldn't quite comprehend was that the horses couldn't get at the grass, in fact, they weren't very interested at all in the little voice shouting at them the other side of the wall - my heart went out to him and I unsuccessfully willed the horses to come and be interested in the heart-felt offering.