Hastings Valley NSW: Driving west one foggy morning, I saw two horses on a ridgeline near Long Flat and visualised a result as I stopped the car and reached for the camera. There would be two silhouetted, proud horses, an ethereal veil of fog and...

By the time I steadied the lens barrel on the roof of the car, one horse had disappeared over the ridge, and the other was following. ‘’Sheep! Just stop and look back’’, I muttered *futilitously!—willing the horse to follow my script.

I could see it wasn’t going to happen, and fired off a few parting shots as Cheval disappeared, flicking his tail as if to brush me off.

*If a word doesn’t exist to suit the purpose, invent one.