We'd driven over to the farm, impatient for the arrival of the Clydesdale foal. "No, nothing yet, but I'll take you up to see the mares. They're at the top of the field, the only thing is, the pick-up is being repaired so do you think your car will go up there?" Chic muttered something under his breath. Best not knowing what! But we did make it, with some spinning of tyres and sliding about.
Big brother with his two Clydesdale mares, Candy and Amy.
A fed-up mare-in-waiting, Candy, now three weeks overdue.
The car has an easier time on the downward journey.
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