The Konik Pony that Chewed on my Handlebar tape
I was cycling towards Ely. I passed by Wicken Fen. It was late winter, a sunny day, the highland cattle were in the horizon. The Konik ponies were standing still in a Zen-like state of meditation o... read more
 

 
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
      
 
       
            
 
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
            

 
      
 
            

 
             
       
             
       
            

 
             
       
            
 
             
       
             
       
             
       
             
       
            


 
       
             
       
             
      
 
       
       
            
 
      
 
       
       
       
             
       
             
      
 
       
             
             
       
            
 
      