Horsey whiskers!

The horses were at the far end of their field when I approached, but this one came over for a chat, no doubt hoping for a Polo mint. The other two - one grey, one chestnut - sauntered over too, but didn't linger when they realised I was 'mintless'.

I love a horse's velvety muzzle, and in my view this one is enhanced by the hairy chin!

This evening friend Gill is coming to stay. Tomorrow we're off into Glasgow for a reunion with the two other members of the posse we formed at Jordanhill 45 years ago, so bear with me if I fall behind with blip comments for a day or two.