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Horses
So… why the long face?

Another “what happens if I go down this road?” bit of bicycle navigation this morning, and I ended up face to face with some rather impressive and very friendly horses, standing in an enormous field of pure West Midlands mud.

I suspect they were probably hungry. Can’t imagine them finding much to eat down there. The big brown one stamped at the gate as I got back on the bike to ride off as if to say, “Oi! Not even a biscuit?”