‘Following the herd’ is not a compliment amongst people – only the thoughtless do it, many say. Not amongst horses, however; their herding is a deliberate and warm-hearted choice.
Nothing in the wild walks alone. Even the harshest of leaves finds companions: spiders to weave from it, and light to paint its spines into white.
Horse chestnut trees are throwing conkers upon every path in my local woods, crashing through the branches like misshapen golf balls. But none falls without its shell.
But it is still the horses whose companionship most catches the eye.