A Horse Called Elvis
NoteThis is a USED book.
Things hang around in your head for years, like old photographs in an album. Or old books in a box. Faces and feelings gather dust at the back of your mind and you seem to forget about them. But you don't.The album falls open one day - or you come upon a box - and it's all there again, crisp and clear. I'm going through things I don't use any more, boxes of old toys and books. A photograph album. There's a photo of me and a gangly foal only a few weeks old, his eyes startled and red from the flash. Who is he, this horse called Elvis?
The simple answer is that he's just a six year old liver chestnut that I've grown up with. But there is another answer, one that includes Nick, Jaz, Mum and Dad. And me.