Me and Tommy, all ready for the mane event
With a jingle, my mum Bernice lifted a set of bells over her horse Jack's neck.
‘Perfect, what a good boy,’ Mum, then 53, said, straightening her Christmas jumper.
It was 24 December 2016 and we were prepping for our annual Christmas horse parade.
It'd started four years earlier, in 2012, when someone from the horse yard suggested a Christmas Eve ride around the village.
Trotting around the dusty roads, people gathered, came to
