I was sitting by a window working on an owl on Sunday- a new dark owl ( made from a variety of 19th century garments and the backing of an old quilt) and I heard an unmistakable sound outside, the clippity clop of a horse going by. I almost didn’t look because it’s never happened before and I thought I was imagining it.
I love horses and grew up with a big Shetland pony named Ginger.
That’s me and my stylish father and Ginger in 1970. We were building bird houses. I was 4 and I remember the day distinctly. Ginger was an interesting character – he had very definite ideas about things. He lives on a beautiful farm for old horses now.