"I loved the Heath in the early mornings with the manes blowing under
the wide skies. My affection for horses was so deep and went back so far
that I couldn't imagine life without them. They were a friendly,
foreign nation living in our land, letting their human neighbors tend them
and feed them, accepting them as servants as much as masters. Fast, fascinating,
essentially untamed, they were my landscape, my old shoes, the place
to where my heart returned, as necessary to me as the sea to sailors."