Fab

Ha ha ha. We nicknamed this horse Fabio, for obvious reasons.

This is a bit of a cheat, because the photo is from the other weekend, the same one as the bananas in the last post. I could have lied and said it wasn’t, but who can be bothered? we stopped at Frosty Mango and Fabio was tied up eating the grass outside (right next to the ’smokers stone’ - a big boulder where F M had decided to locate their smoking ghetto).

I had basil and mint sorbet. Sascha yelled ‘Hey Horse!’ as we were driving away.

5 Responses to “Fab”

  1. timtim says:

    the question is did the fabio look or run away?!

  2. dunc says:

    I bet he can’t beleive its not sorbet?

    C’mon yates!!!!

  3. zoe says:

    timtim, he didn’t look, he’s too cool (or is that stupid?)

    nice one duncs!

  4. lock says:

    Perhaps it’s Warrick Capper on a tromopical escape.

  5. tom says:

    The fact that Sascha didn’t even have her head out the window also didn’t help - it’s all in the technique :)

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