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Hertfordshire, U.K.
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Picture of me and Eshie.

Somewhere in time's own space

There must be some sweet pastured place

Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow

Some paradise where horses go,

For by the love that guides my pen

I know great horses live again.

~Stanley Harrison

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Reply Ann Heighington
4:54 PM on September 17, 2010 
I know great and small horses live again.
I once had an old horse called Freckles, He was only around 17 years old when he came to live with me, he was diagnosed with melanomas that peppered his body and my vet said he
may live for 6 months or 6 years but he should be retired. Over the next 10 years he would ask from time to time to come out on the ride with us,.Catriona would ride him and he loved the gallops and loved the fun of the ride, Eventually when he was over 40 years old, (he had become frail and a tad senile by then ) I had to have him put down. A few weeks later One night,Freckles came back to me , he rattled his bucket in his stable and left me in no doubt he was paying me a visit, I spoke to him and gave him his feed. I, for obvious reasons did not mention this to anyone until, one night I asked David to feed the horses as I was running late. When I spoke to him the next day he told me how the bucket in Freckles' stable started to bang and jump off the wall, in true male response, David kicked the said bucket thinking a rat was inside, "very strange" he said "there was nothing " We know! you and I
Thank you Freckles