ABSTRACT
My husband, Paul, had a particular routine of harnessing up the working horses. He would get the smallest child to step inside the horse collar, to prove how huge it was. Then the two strongest were invited to try and lift it up, which dented any machismo they might have been suffering from. Having established that the horse was enormous and strong he led the creature out, to general ooohs and aaahs, and finished the harnessing. All the kit, old and polished with decades of use, was handled by the children. The solid, leather and brass reality of it entranced them.
