I was one of those rare winter-to-spring Sundays where it’s cold but the sunshine is flooding in through all the windows. One of those days where you don’t quite know how you managed it, but a gang of you managed to hook up for once without hardly even trying.
And… la piece de resistance… the horse itself, with proud owner Bexy breaking it in. As everyone knows, you can’t break in a good unicorn without a bottle of champagne. Et voila.