Saturday, November 7, 2009
Since the last dark posting (click HERE) about cellars and Highwayman Higgins, I thought I’d get brighter today and dip into sunnier memories, when horses, cricket, and harvesting filled my days.
After much begging, my parents eventually allowed me to take riding lessons on a real horse (click HERE for fake horse), and since my bicycle rides down country lanes often went past riding stables in the nearby village of Plumley, I knew exactly where to go.
Real horses were much better than I imagined. Until the day I fell off when my horse stalled at a jump and I broke my coccyx bone. Even then, once mended, returning to riding was a must. My favorite things to draw at that age were horse heads with those long eyelashes and flared nostrils. I progressed to whole horses, but never could quite capture the majesty of the animal.
Dreaming up horse stories was something that kept me sane when my father took us to boring cricket matches on Saturday afternoons. The Knutsford Cricket Club had a country setting back then, surrounded by trees and fields.
There was a sweet scent of grass attached to those long ago cricket days. I don’t know whether it came from playing in it, or from the velvet-cut pitch, but I do know I still love that smell today and can go back in time the minute someone cuts their grass.
That’s it for this month. Back to moving house. And unpacking boxes. And meeting old and new friends. And making more memories.
PS - I'm signing at Confetti Books, Spanish Fork, UT, Friday, November 20th, 6:00 PM and love meeting readers.
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