Uncle Erics livery yard 1992, great days, great friends, good job, plenty of time at the yard. I get quite emotional when I think of those days.
Out of nowhere, Yvette a good friend sends me a message to say hi, we get chatting and it all comes flooding back. Whatever happened to Winston and Alfie, she says?
Winston, if he's still alive would be late twenties now, I had to stop riding so I sold him to a lovely lady who said she would keep him forever, I visited him for several years and I'm sure she did keep him forever.
My next horse, Alfie (he's the one in my blog title) was a big strapping chap, very loving, but quite a lazy boy,loved hanging out in the field, couldn't see the point of hacking out or schooling heaven forbid.LOL I had him for five years, he had an accident when he was nine and after several days he died. I remember the worry and fear, then the hope of those days, only to be devastated when he died. Futile hopes, thank god we don't know what the future holds.
Here's a very scrawny looking me with my boy.
This is a pic of them all (thanks to photoshop Winston, Shea and Alfie.
3 comments:
Cheeers to all the horses in our past.
I hope they have some wonderful grazing and good rolls in a pasture somewhere up above.
facebook is good for that, isn't it.
absolutely, they have punctuated my life for so long, many happy memories. See, you've always liked them big....horses Di, horses!!
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