When it itches

One has to scratch it.
On my morning walk with Carst I encountered this horse who was sitting in a way I never saw before.
Something was itching as far as I could see....
He was looking at me as if he would say: :mind your own business!".

Here is a look when he turned away from me....

After that He stood up and walked to the other side of the field.

Katja (Anneke's sister) was here today; after the session with the horse I drove to the harbour to pick her up from the fast ferry. We made a long walk, sat on a outdoor café and had a good time with very good sunny weather!