Before breakfast on the day he's due to go away to war, Amyas taking Horatio for one last blast round the ten-acre field at top speed. The horse knows something is up, something not quite right in the way he's being spoken to today, but is quite happy to bound away and give it all he's got when his rider leans forward and says the usual anticipated words : Go on then
I felt like drawing a horsey picture, so here it is, fitted into the storyline by setting it on that particular day. Horatio's looking very fit and shiny here, with a ginger nose
It got cropped there cos I couldn't get the field to look right, trying to go in a realistic way from the blurred background to sharper focused blades where his foot rested just wasn't working so I thought fine crop it closer and stop arguing with grass
The fact the horse gallops on a whispered 'go on, then' rather than with heels or whip is a tribute to my own dear Rosie, who waited til she heard those words then would explode - just urging her on with normal aids got a steady canter, even in a place we'd gone off at full tilt ten times before, but she knew permission to gallop
was phrased differently and when we got to some straight flat green you'd see her ear flick back and she'd listen, and wait, and wait...and then I'd tell her she could, and she'd GO.