LETTERS
Oct 21, 2021
2 minutes
FRIENDS AND MEMORIES
MY 95-year-old mother, affectionately known as the Grandmoomin, passed away recently. She was classified as one of those non-horsey mothers who learnt about ponies on a joint journey through the Grafton Hunt branch of the Pony Club with my sister Susie and me.
She became a super-groom, able to tack up and keep my pony fit so I could hunt through winter.
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