Holiday

This was my last holiday back home in Trinidad. 

And the first Christmas celebrated at home since 1961.

And the first Christmas with my parents since 1964.

Hardly not at all imaginable nowadays.

With Mum. I was riding Richard's, the farm manager's, ex-racehorse, a very sensitive soul who had to be taken off the racetrack as she bled through the nose when overexcited. Richard had managed to pick her up cheaply. He had been a keen rider in the UK.

I don't remember the horse's name sadly.