This was my favourite angle. The horse's attentiveness; the tension built into the muscles of the turning neck and the muzzle just waiting to snuffle up a treat. Superb.
I have happy childhood memories of walking to the Salmon Leap and back. My dad worked in Romsey and I used to go riding with John Bridges, who had several ponies and lived in Alma Road. His parents ran the pub there. Seems like a century ago. I still haven't forgiven him for giving me the rubber dinghy that LEAKED when we went on the Romsey Canal. Let me tell you, NOTHING stinks like canal water! Sinking in it was NOT fun . . .
Looking downstream.
This has been a busy week so far. I will be back later today with a roundup.
