My Granddad was a Farrier.
As a child my mother often sat upon the huge, shiny black funeral Shire horses as they were being shod.
They must have been very calm horses to allow a little child to sit on them whilst this was happening.
There was a funeral today. The four dapple grey horses had lovely bright orange feathers on their heads.
Everyone dressed in vibrant reds and oranges, which is nice.
A little boy, not expected to reach five years of age. He lived to eleven years of age.
©Barbara Burgess 2014