Heigh Ho, Silver!
I must admit I've never been one of those people who like horses. You know the type who stroll about in jodhpurs even when they're not riding and laugh heartily at horsey jokes and talk copiously about stirrups and bridles and strawberry roans? Yes, that's them. I didn't even read Black Beauty or those Green Grass of Wyoming books as a child. It was as if just by reading about horses I'd be at a disadvantage, not knowing what went where and what the importance was anyway. Instead, I chose to be a little more than mildly derisive about horse lovers: that they got bow legs and that their faces grew long and their teeth longer, for everyone knows that horsey people begin to look like their equine friends. (Look at Princess Anne, for example). It is therefore rather disconcerting to have a six year old daughter who has developed a real interest in horses. I thought it might be one of those passing phases, like the ballet phase she so recently eme...