At first it was sheer exhileration, like flying, revelling in the the feel of the speed and power of Diablo beneath me as he thundered over the downs. But the big black horse wasn't listening to me. He was having far too much fun. I started to panic. As we rounded the bend I saw it, directly ahead.
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