Yesterday morning I went to Ventorros de San Jose to see my hairdresser Paco. He is an excellent hairdresser and, being gay, loves to gossip so the conversation is always amusing. His favourite suject is the bigotry in his village where, because of his sexuality, he is not generally accepted. On the way we stopped to photograph three pretty donkeys who came to speak to us but then walked up the lane before Digby could get many shots. In the next field, at the opposite end of the equine scale, was a frisky Andalucian stallion who looked splendid against the gold of the hay stubble.
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