‘I believed horses would make me brave’
Apr 30, 2020
2 minutes
This is me – mid-20s, early autumn of 1986. I’m leading my horse, Monty, from his field. The photo looks dreamy, pastoral. But I was running away. I’d fallen in love with David, the boy next door to my rented flat in Brixton, London, clinging to the hope he might drop by. In two
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