I am lucky enough to have had a childhood in which 3 horses played a very big part in it. Mine was called shandy, half arab, half cob about 15 hands. Beautiful golden brown with a white star on his nose and I believe two white feet. I passed him on to my sister for a biker in my teens, who equally loved him and now is a horse breeder herself. I suspect you are a keen horse person yourself? There is a real and amazing affinity that can develop between a rider and his/her mount. I felt it with my shandy, an acceptance and trust. Well done for showing up the vile trade of the glue industry. My mother saved a hug irish mare from just such a fate, that or horse meat, at an auction too, at that time. Unridable other than the real brave expert! She ended on a huge country estate as a steeple chaser. Thanks for the memories. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-11