On Their Turf

Horses. They keep reappearing in my life. I think they are doing it on purpose, somehow. This was way too close for comfort, but I managed not to bark. Must be a record.

We have now closed the cottage for winter. I am not sure why, I think we could stay longer. I tried to plead my case by walking perfectly nicely without a lead on our tiny road back and forth, and then running around the garden at top speed, not listening to Come.