Many thanks for the feedback. The photos are pretty much in the order they were taken to give some idea of the passage of the afternoon whilst the portraits were left as they were because that is how I saw the shot. I like to think that each picture is a photograph in its own right which just happens to have been brought together with others rather than the slideshow itself being the object of the exercise. The young lad eating a sandwich with the old fellow behind, for instance, makes for an interesting contrast and remarks upon the inevitability of time, well, that's the way I saw it anyway. The music was the hardest part of this presentation. As mentioned above I wanted to move away from the clichéd idea of Ireland as being somehow merely remote and give a little idea of life outside of the romance. Then there was the pace, jaunty and light rather than a dramatic galloping heavily along, it's Handel's Flute Sonata #7 suitably edited in Audacity. Andrew & Ken Horses and Ireland are a bit like Austria and skiing, just as soon as you can walk you are put on the back of a nag. OK, that might be something of an exaggeration but around this neck of the woods there are plenty of kids who start riding at four or five and the pity is that the country doesn't capitalise upon it when it comes to world championships etc. Why that should be I don't know but one reason given is that a lot of the top horses bred in Ireland are sold abroad just as soon they show promise, denying our young riders the better animals to work with, but the Irish style is certainly recognised the world over, bold and impetuous is the polite way of describing it. The girl with the green top is just five feet and a little bit tall, the grey she is riding is 17hh.It's merely a question of imposing your will upon the beast she tells us, but she has had to be reminded that the same does not apply her poor old dad. Doesn't stop her trying though! Justin.