On Old Friends

Ryan came and stayed and it was good.

"Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend."   -Plautus

 

"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."  - Emerson

We were almost trampled, as you can see below.  No really, it was scary!  There we were, walking on a country path in Gregson Lane, a little town of Ryan's ancestry.  Paths like this often pass through some farmer's private pastureland, and this little walk we took was no exception.  So we're strolling along minding our business and suddenly hear a deep rumbling.   We look quizzically at each other and then see, out of the corner of our eyes, two massive clydesdale horses sprinting at us.  They didn't slow down....and they didn't slow down, and soon they were only a couple feet away, and then they were butting Marc with their faces.  Okay it was a gentle butting, and then they just stared at us at great length, but our hearts were pounding!  No really the horses' backs were higher than our heads.  It was scary, believe me!  

Having not been eaten or trampled by giant horses, we came to appreciate life just a little bit more :).  And having Ryan around really reminded us of the joy of real friends.  

"Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend."   - Longfellow