This is a photo of my Grandad in the 1930s. He worked as a removal man in South London and his job was to look after the horses that pulled the furniture cart. I've been told he was a hard man who was very strict with his children. However, Mum remembers that the only time she ever saw him cry was the day the horse died.
I didn't grow up around horses but have always loved them. It must have been passed on in the genes.