...but not in the usual way. Like a lot of young women, KitKat just loves horses. She can't even say why other than they are soft. They just reach into her soul like the do for so many people. KitKat is my neighbours' daughter and she tagged along when I went to check the horses. Needless to say it took three hours!
Nettles got a good groom and his mane plaited. There seemed to be a lot of hugging involved.
Jack went jumping...
...with the promise of clickered treats...
...and an explanation of the course...
...they were off...
...cross country too.
Then it was Henry the Eighth time...
...with a bit of a brush up of the royal robes...
...and standing on her throne.
