Harper Hardingstone Whore ❤️

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So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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The Quaker Meeting House. This year building used by the Quakers still survives today and can be found on Kingswell Street, Northampton.

On the way back, we pass by the Hardingstone Village Hall. There’s a sign up for a bake sale. I’m like, “Ooh, cake!” But my niece is all, “No, Uncle! We gotta get home!” Kids, man. They just don’t understand the importance of cake.

Staff and pupils at Hardingstone Academy celebrate ‘good’ Ofsted rating