Horse Fair

At the local monthly horsefair today, and found it hard to pick a blip, such was the quality of jodhpured (jodh-purred?) and putteed flesh on display.
So I picked these two officers of the West Wicklow (Un)Mounted Cavalry.
Such a smorgasbord of humanity intermingles here- the courdouroyed class, the simply curious, and those with the smell of the campfire still on them.
The latter are both interesting and intimidating- anyone with a camera is instantly suspected of being from either the Revenue, or the Filth.
(I have no truck with neither, Boss- How much for the Piebald Mare?)
And I do love the smell of horseshit.