The White Horse.
I set off on my travels with a vague idea of where I am going. My inner GPS has a tendency to lead to me somewhere else and it blows everything else out of the water. A life of surprises.
You may notice there is a chain attached to the White Horse which at first glance I was slightly taken aback by. There maybe a good reason. Definitely a boy horse. And then I looked around and there was another horse in the field who I think is a mare.
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