I love horses must be in my blood ( maybe the stallion in me )
. My very first memory is as a toddler about 3 y/old escaped from my grans and went to find my dad ended up in a stable near his garage . Half the village out looking for me. Several years ago when my Staffie wanted a walk I would head over the fields to the cliffs and a red Stallion was in the field he would walk over at his pace while I pulled fresh grass up for him. Then shove his nose in my jacket for his polo's . I used to take him carrots did get a funny remark of a mates wife about the bulge in my pocket . By did I miss him so friendly .