Every morning at around 8 I hear an old fashioned sound through my window, the clip clop of racehorse hooves on the concrete road, they are off for their morning swim in the Clarence River.
They go at least 250m out into the river. It is great exercise and gets the horses into peak physical condition.
If I'm still home at 9 (only on weekends) I get to hear the rhapsodic clip clop all over again as the horses are taken back to their stables at the end of my street. I count my blessings that even in this very modern age some things in my neighbourhood are timeless.
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