A ribbon of pale sand stretches along Hyde Park in the heart of London. Connecting Kensington Palace with Whitehall, it was once known as the Route du Roi (French for ‘Road of the King’), and still today horses of all sizes can be spotted stretching their legs along its protective passage.

The sight of these magnificent creatures in this semi-urban setting – some in the grand attire of the household cavalry, others shaggy with novice riders on their backs – always astonishes me. Even though I learnt to ride growing up in Devon, seeing horses ambling alongside the bustle of a polluted ...

 

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