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Thursday, 3 March 2005


The Horse Whisperer. After taking my bike offroad with some mates (while singing communist- era Hungarian songs), we came across a grazing field. I miss riding horses (it is said that a couple of my friends look like horses) and when this young black mare proved to be very friendly, I decided to whisper a few sweet nothings....(photo courtesy of Ashley who was too scared to come close).

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