And wild horses couldn't drag me away
And wild horses couldn't drag me away.
Yes, they can.
I should be writing a story, getting on with the to-do list.
But Susan Boyle's lilting Scottish voice, singing Mick Jagger's "w..i..i.i..ld horses" takes me back to Iceland and the steeds corraled by the roadside, the cold wind blowing their manes and tails, tundra and mountain ranges in the distance. Impatiently, the horses wait for riders to release them from the enclosure. While they wait, they butt heads and push each other about. I'm a close-up witness to the wild power of pure-bred horses.
Can't get them (or the song) out of my head.