click.
I lowered the camera from my face to look up at the house looming over me.
"It's too big." I thought aloud - but who would want to live in a massive house like that when you can have a perfectly small, sweet, cosy house for a hell of alot cheaper.
"Dont be so miserable Ro" My Dad nodded in my direction. "It's beautiful, not that you have anything to complain about - 's'not like we're asking you to move in" He chuckled. was that supposed to be funny? I heard my Mum speaking in the distance. What was she saying? Needles? The Needles? We're going  to The Needles?? Fan-bloody-tastic.

I turned by attention towards the enourmous field streched out infront of me, the greenest grass I'd ever seen sang in the wind artificially.A group of horses were gathered in the corner, i wondered how posh they would sound if they could talk. The sky was shocking; not a single cloud teased in the sky; the perfect blue complimenting the vivid green of the tree's; and the three distant black V's swooping across the land scape. It was a perfect picture on it's own, but when my vision panned across the horizon i realised there was no limit to the back gardens beauty. How odd - such an over done house, looking almost plain next to the simplicity of it's back garden. The blue met the green and only looked more stunning together. The horses strolled carefully across the field, their heads bobbing with each step s if agreeing with my thoughts.

There was one horse in particular that caught my attention. It was white, with grey smudges across its toned body. The imperfect creature seemed out of place against the other obvious stallions trotting infront of it. Its main was a dirty grey, but it was only a young foal. It's legs were shorter than the others and he seemed almost over excited about the prospect of where he was living. I dont know if it was a he but I told myself he was. A beautiful boy, he would be taught to trot, canter, gallop, jump, whine and what ever other tricks his carer could do. I hoped he would be a stubborn boy. He would refuse to co-operate and be reckless, he would take full advantage of his surroundings - splashing in the man made pond and lounging lazily in the shade of the great oak trees. At that moment I wanted to be that horse, that reckless, rebellious horse.