THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Safely across, Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, and they started to gallop across the next field, the wind blowing her short tunic precisely  against her body, and her flying hair making her look like some exquisite nymph riding the horse of the dawn over the Pan-guarded slopes of Arcady. Mentally, with pardonable epicurean-ism, she noted for future reference that bare-backed riding without knickers was a pleasurable occupation. The sun shone warmly on her bare arms and legs.

Larkin/Willow Gables