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ACROSS the lane from our row of cottages is what I call the “horse-field.”  Two rather bow-legged dappled ponies live there, with a rickety railway truck beneath a shady sycamore for a stable.  Most days they just munch their way around, cropping the fresh green grass between the clumps of thistles, swishing their tails and shaking their manes at the horseflies.