*clip-clop, clip-clop*

[strange_complex]

So I'm sitting at home in my study, working away at a lecture for Monday, when from the street outside I hear a distinct *clip-clop, clip-clop*. "Er, that's a horse, isn't it?" I think. "A horse is going by". That in itself is surprising enough to make me dash to my bedroom window (which has the best view out over the street), and peer out, expecting to see police horses in training or maybe a particularly foolish leisure rider.

But no. The sight that in fact greeted my eyes was a lovely light-coloured shaggy-footed cart-horse, pulling what was quite clearly a traditional rag & bone man's cart, loaded up with old unwanted domestic appliances. (And a rag and bone man, natch).

To which I can only say - *boggle*. A rag and bone van used to patrol my parents' neighbourhood in Birmingham back in the '80s. But I literally don't think I've ever seen an actual rag and bone cart in my entire life, anywhere.

Wish I'd had me camera.

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[strange-complex.livejournal.com]

Well, I've seen carts used by various tradespeople in rural areas before, e.g. Wales. But it's just the specific thing of a rag and bone cart that's surprising me here - and especially in a big city like Leeds.