Anyway, the large building partially visible at right is the arena, where we watched several students at lessons.
When visiting any place with so many horses, you expect certain odors, but it was the faint smell of sawdust that I first noticed here. It elicited vivid memories of my grandfather's yard, where he did a lot of furniture repair.
I'm telling you, moving out to the country has brought me full back to my childhood--and I lived in the suburbs! So the feeling is weird but nice.