Keith Burton's photos with the keyword: white horse

A white horse goes into a bar, and orders a pint of bitter. ‘Blimey,’ the barman says, ‘we sell a whisky named after you.’ ‘What, Eric?’ says the horse. Sorry! <:-))

There are a couple of these to be found grazing in a field just past the Old Mill Pond at Langstone Harbour. They always look so contented.