Author: Susanna Forrest

The circular theatre was dark. Swamp creature noises played over the sound system. Slowly we became aware that there were real animals in the blackness, and as the chirps and gurgles changed to birdsong and a spotlight warmed up, we saw a little herd of black Criollo horses standing in a sunken arena below us. The horses began to move. They dropped and rolled in the dark sand, showing white bellies. They fidgeted and flicked forelocks away from their eyes. They walked among one another, occasionally flattening their ears if a neighbour got too close. They shat at leisure,...