On the beach near where we were moored I could hear horses calling. Some boys had taken their horses down to the beach and were washing them. I jumped off the boat and swam to shore for a closer look. It was a busy beach with men repairing fishing lines in amongst the horses. The boys told me that the horses didn't mind the salt water but I don't think they really had a choice. They got a pretty thorough scrub down with brushes and were then allowed to graze on the hill side.
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