Turning off a highway onto a gravel road, destination unknown, is an adventure in itself. Finding a herd of horses on daytrips on the backroads of London, is always an unexpected bonus. I remember my mom in our pasture back home, calling the horses, shaking a feed bucket, laughing as they followed her back to the barn. I didn’t realize how special those moments were.

On this particular excursion, the munching of grass was about the only sound I heard when I stood roadside. A few horses approached me and the bay horse with its head up, seemed to be the most inquisitive. Definitely brought back memories of Sundays at home with my mom.