Driving on the ring of Kerry one warm Spring day years ago, we were heading back to our B&B near Sneem. The road became a curving tunnel of green leaves and we came across a car halted in the road ahead. I stopped. All was silent save for the faint clippity-clop of horses hooves on asphalt. Then around the bend and through the green tunnel came three horses, a man riding bareback on the middle one leading the other two. Slowly they came towards us and past, the only sounds the singing of birds and that hypnotic pattern of hooves on the road. I'll never forget it as long as I live. |
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