Rye Pottery

The Squire

He knew the way to sit a horse and ride,

He could make songs and poems and recite.

Knew how to joust and dance, to draw and write

He loved so hotly that till dawn grew pale

He slept as little as the nightingale.

The Squire travelling with his father The Knight and their Yeoman, is a dashing, youthful figure on a prancing horse, no doubt his modern equivalent would be doing wheelies on his motor bike.

His flowing cape helps to establish his credentials as a Young Man going places, while his elegantly striped trousers in 2 shades of blue only add to his general dandified air.