“spring’s foals were prancing in well-mowed fields as I drove past horse farms on Tates Creek” — Abigail Keam Copy Share Image
“They were galloping...Bare level plain had taken the place of the scrub and they'd been cantering briskly, the foals prancing delightedly ahead, when suddenly the dog was a shoulder-shrugging streaking fleece, and as their mares almost imperceptibly fell into the… — Malcolm Lowry Copy Share Image
