He gathers windfalls and leaves them on the white washed gate post. I used to think it was an invitation to help yourself. Now I know it's a stash he's keeps for the horses.
As the evening sun sparkles on the lake, he takes a few in his pocket and wanders down towards the waterside field. I was there tonight and heard him talk horse.
"There there girl, that's a good girl, ..........."
She pricks up her ears and walks towards him.......
"Do you want an apple? Sure you do, you do, you'd love an apple. What have I got? Have got one for you, have I have......."
She nuzzles, sniffles at his hand.......
"Who's a good girl, O here's himself now, (laughter......as the other horse approaches) would you want an apple too now sir......you would sir, you would......O you would indeed......."
Sweet nothings, coaxings, words of love.