The material already shot was enough really on its own, but we were here for Buffy’s fantasy, not mine or Robbie’s. Paolo took the hint and reared again, placing his front hooves either side of her. His Smokey grey dappled colouring added to the impression of delicacy. She has very definite ideas about what it is she wants to do on film. Afterwards, I slept and relived the day again in sharp focus. Byron had no choice by to allow the administrations of her perfect mouth. Our quarry these days actually proved to be more lucrative. Light was going to be a problem, although sunlight flooded the place generally, it tended to pool into bright areas that would play havoc with levels. The Butler, who had opened the front door to our knocking, advised that the Lady of the house would be with us in a few minutes and would we please make ourselves at home.
