Maybe I should forget to write a blog more often. Yesterday’s slightly apologetic blog got more views than usual as you can see from my stats bar.

Somebody must have dropped off to sleep with their finger on the view button!

By way of celebration I have featured a golden horse, just because really, and because horses were the subject of an evening ponder, which was always going to be todays pondering.

We are watching a drama based around the time our house was built and set in a similar location.

A house identical to ours was a very brief twist in the plot. A man rode his horse up to the front door when he needed to visit.*

Obviously horses were the key method of transport. But I had never really visualised one being used in my urban street just as a motorbike would be used to transport a single traveller. My lack of imagination of course but the thought slightly blows my mind.

This would have been an entirely normal view out of our front window. In many ways unimaginable.

A bit like my stats of yesterday.

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• I realise that visitors may not have ridden to the front of the property and that riding to the front was a kind of dramatic moment. But honestly riding to the back or the front, who cares! Mindblowing.
• In a different observation, mine was the sort of house where powerful men kept their illicit lovers, male or female. We have a massive fireplace in one of the bedrooms here. Oh the things it may have seen…