Well,

Leslie left after the river.

Oh, okay.

I was either going to have to find someone else, but I didn't really want to.

I thought, if I can find the courage... to travel alone, then, and ideally with a horse, then the world will open to me.

There won't be anywhere that one can ride a horse, that I can't go.

And so I went down into southern Africa to a kind of slaughter yard which was having an auction.

But they're sharp and jagged like arrowheads that have been carved by weathering and rain as well, right?