Once a year in late August, my Park is invaded by Clydesdale Horses.
We saw them a couple of days ago on our early morning walk (actually not so very early as it was a Saturday), being prepared for show.
Gail thinks they are magnificent creatures, and I know for a fact that they are very big.
Can you believe it takes three humans to wash their hooves?
And unlike a wire-haired fox terrier, a Clydesdale does not fit conveniently in a kitchen sink.
