'Travelling High
Warm breath that escapes in rhythmic huffs, clouds the air ahead of me affectionately. Deep, strong flanks, supporting my sinewy over-stretched legs, keep me cosy through autumn breezes flecked with threatening rain. A momentary hesitation, a dip of the ears, and then we go out, striding across the yard and under the trees, heralds of the great, old estate. Old Boy stumbles, but I sit forward and pat his flank, happy to be travelling high, gazing up and dreaming beneath bent, leafy heights.'
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