“Again the early-morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me – the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs – little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory.”
~Wynford Vaughan-Thomas
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