Mirror, Mirror …

A post inspired by impossiblebebong at  My own private Idaho  The challenge being, to open to the first photo of oneself and describe the story of that graphic.

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The above photo, was the one opened. I am the one at the rear … the horse’s ass? My brother in law holding the reins, of a wire sculpted horse. Looks quite realistic? Doesn’t it? I was visiting my sister. For her daughter, my niece’s wedding. Zoe to Stephen. After the wedding week-end, we visited this place for its gardens. Which were quite lovely.


Mom and sister are seated centre left. The House and Gardens, were at a place called Mottisfont Abbey. Situated on the old Winchester to Canterbury pilgrims’ route. In medieval times it was stopping point https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mottisfont_Abbey . In early 20th century under private ownership it became a wealthy artists colony, of sorts.

The horse pictured. Was sculpted out of wire used atop thatched roofs. To hold down the thatch. We found it very realistic, as most other visitors. It was situated in the old stable area along with the tea room. Will and I just had to “ham it up”.