This is a story about a boy, a horse and the love of his life.
I sit here watching the sun drift lower in the sky, sometimes hidden behind the trees. It is now mid Winter: there are no leaves on the branches and the ground looks damp. I’m glad there’s a thick pane of glass between me and the scene beyond. I’ve spent many a late afternoon sitting here over the past few years, my chair turned to catch the last of the rays as a blanket lays over my legs to keep them warm.
“Are you still ok sitting there Robert?” the afternoon nurse asks kindly.
“Yes, I’m fine thanks love”.
“That’s good, supper won’t be too much longer, I think you’ll enjoy it tonight – it’s a lamb roast”.
They do their best to make the meals interesting, but to be honest, I only eat them because I have to, not because I enjoy them. I know cooking for a lot of…
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