As we cycle along the North Norfolk Coast, our route takes us inland across pastureland, and then to a small pond, where we see a single horse standing looking eastward.
We get closer and stop, but the horse remains motionless and seemingly intent on some far off vision. We notice that he is standing by the fence that comes down to the pond, as if his intention was to go further, but his movement has been stopped. His gaze never moves, his stance never alters, only the occasional twitch of the eyes gives away that there is some part of him that is aware of our existence.
This image is strangely haunting, speaking of far off memories and imagined locations far from this peaceful scene. A good time to contemplate our life and our journey.
