Hundreds of years of service.

Horses fly without wings and conquer without swords. -- Bedouin Proverb


The early morning sun was generous with its warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me - the snorts of the horses, the 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

Words courtesy of Donnie Anderson. Pictures are mine