I’m fascinated by the world of the horse as it is and as it was: not so long ago, in my parents’ childhoods, horses were everyday creatures. My godfather’s first job at the age of fourteen was looking after the farm horses. It’s so tantalising, that sense of a teeming mass of equine life just out of sight: the stables you catch glimpses of behind town centre shops, the horse troughs now filled with flowers, and the ploughs that have become garden ornaments.
Much of what I write is about that world.
At the moment the posts are still lodged elsewhere but will find their way here.