No flies on me
This Horse was thundering along the edge of its field next to the Rochdale canal in Middleton, stamping its hooves, snorting loudly and flicking its bristly tail in a frenzy. The cause was probably down to the aptly named Horsefly: with our so-called summer’s arrival, these vicious little sods were not only attaching themselves to the Horse’s tender bits, but were intent on taking opportune bites out of me every time I stopped to snap a picture!
Stretch the Horizon 