This isn't only a book for 'horsey' types. Not in the least. It's for anyone who can appreciate life seasoned with occasional romance, seen through the the sardonic eyes of Willows Picasso, a black and white Gypsy Cob pony, whose two-leg I am. Picasso IS female, to be clear. I didn't choose her name, and as it's considered bad form to change it, I haven't. She never had rose-tinted specs, though they would have concealed her odd eyes. One is normal horsey-hued brown-ish, the other a disconcerting azure. There are no flies on her, (or rarely, as she can flick them off with her luxuriant black and white tail) and she tolerates the two-legged human race with smug disdain. As always, Picasso reflects balefully upon the feeble ineptitudes of her particular two-leg (still nursing distant memories of nerveless pony-mad teens) with whom she lives, in the Scottish Highlands In her second collection, Picasso allows glimpses into relationships with others of her kind, particularly White Eye, aka 'Ollie' (Bryn Heulog Popalong), with whom she has been destined to have unexpected reunions throughout a decade. Tragic love didn't end with 'Brief Encounter'...