Touche Bois

Catch the essence of a red coat, silver spurred spurs glinting cavalry man as he vanishes out of the tack room, leather gleams, saddle soap softens reins, polish the brass, a slick of hair oil, gleam of bees wax and texture of silver backed brushes. In the library a fire crackles, the hearth gleams beyond a rosewood desk, piled with leather bound books, Italian ink and a lingering puff of black tobacco, lighter fuel tangled with horses, hoof oil and gunpowder. Exciting, evocative and eternal.