Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

That’s it, see the picture above? That’s my sword, Justice-Bringer and as you can see, I’ve hung it up.

Tootsie

My dear old destrier, Tootsie, has been turned out to grass as he is as utterly fed-up with our old job as I am. I told him he might, when rested, go to stud but he just blew his lips out; too tired even to get excited by the idea. We’ve been at it too long, you understand.

As a small child with 90° pigtails I fought on my old Shetland, Jock, armed with garden bamboo sticks …which got me drummed out of the Pony Club. For the rest of my life I have been leaping on my charger to take up the cudgels on behalf of the weak, the voiceless…or just my friends. Well no more.

Courtesy of the Thelwell Estate

Jock

I have discovered that by sticking up for my…