There were alpacas in one field and just along the road there were horses... not just any old horses - these were sleek and handsome dressage horses, well wrapped against the cold of the day in their smart coats.
Big, small, sleek, or rough, I love horses ... although I must confess a particular fondness for 'cart' horses, heavy horses, and rough ponies.
What caught my eye this afternoon was a group of three horses. They were by themselves, in a large paddock on the hill, this was a horse to horse moment. Two were standing watching, while one appeared to be performing, as though in the dressage ring.
I watched them for a while, then drove on, pondering on the question of whether horses play and have fun, or do they worry about things.
Was the 'performing' horse running through a particularly tricky exercise, trying to get it right?
Was it showing the others a manoeuvre it really enjoys doing?
Or could it simply have been having fun or showing off? I'd love to think so.
Before I knew it I was back home and there were groceries to unload, logs to be fetched, hens needing a hot mash, and a sick husband to tend.
Back to the real world.