After I left the barn yesterday I stopped at Chapters (big box bookstore) to see if they had Horse & Rider UK. They did, there is a jumping lesson article featuring a piebald cob named Moo who could not look more like my mental image of the horse in National Velvet if he tried, and in the help! letters there is a page-long reply to someone whose mare keeps running over her when she's being led. I am considering photocopying it and tacking it to the black mare's stall door. Signed, of course--if I do anything I'm not going to be sneaky about it.

And then I went over to look at fiction.

And found a trade paperback copy of The Sunne In Splendour.

And. Um. I bought it. Because I already know I don't want to give the library copy back, and I do this Richard III thing every couple of years regularly.

I know. * sigh *