I came across this handsome fellow at a vineyard the other day. (His mouth looks a bit funny because he is chewing grass!)
What might not show up so much in my photos is the magnificent chestnut sheen to his coat.
I had stopped my car to the side of the lane and got out for a better view.
The horse was way off in the field when I arrived, but I just stood at the fence admiring him.
He saw me and came sauntering over; right up to the fence to say Hello.
I stroked his muzzle and patted his neck.
Two happy beings meeting by mutual consent on a field in the middle of vineyards with a backdrop of distant mountains.
When I returned that way later he’d been joined by his friend.
They were walking away from me in the far distance; two magnificent steeds.
post script: I realise that my friends in the freezing Northern Hemisphere probably read my title and assumed I was referring to “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”.
Nope. Far too hot here to think of that, especially with the sun roasting us every day!