On the train to Portsmouth, we were stopped in a field. Helena looked out the window and said, "Hey, Mom, look! A horse!" I did the standard Mom Nod and Um-Hmmm, Honey maneuver. Then the woman next to me pointed it out to her kids with interest. It was a chalk horse. I think it's the Bratton Camp White Horse--created, perhaps, in the 1600's, and lovingly maintained since then.
I guess I should pay more attention to Helena when she's talking!
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