Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

If a bloke can wear stockings and suspenders in a stable yard why can’t I?

The hens clucked and the horses went clip clop clip clop. Then we were faced with a strange apparition

What could be more pleasant than a cobbled stable yard on a crisp autumn day? Credit: Peter W Titmuss/Alamy

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