Friday, 19 October 2018

Signs of the afterlife


Howde Folks,

Yes, Donald and I are still here. We hope you have enjoyed our first two posts and learning about our new life together in what we call a parallel universe. As promised, this week we are going to share with you some of the ways which we, in this afterlife, can communicate with you lovely people left downstairs.

Firstly, candles. This is the method I use to communicate with my children. When they need me they light a candle and place it in a window. I see it and I am there in an instant and listen to what they have to say. By the power of suggestion and words of love I can help them with decisions although we are not in a position to actually change the course of events. If you wish to communicate with a loved one who has passed over try lighting a candle and look into the flame. 

Secondly, feathers. We do our best to let you know that we still care about you and are looking after you in the best way we can. One of our favourite signs is to leave white feathers for you to find hoping you will realise it is our calling card. Sometimes, if there was something special between you and us that you will recognise we will use other items.

Thirdly, birds especially the robin. If there is one bird which always seems to be in your garden it may well be someone close to you who has passed over and is finding a way of showing you their presence.

Four, the telephone. Yes, it is possible to communicate using modern technology. It may come as a surprise to you but if you receive a call which seems strange, just a weird noise or silence it may not be a hoax call particularly if someone has just passed over. It could be them telling you they are safe. We know this happened to our Lady M when her father passed over. A few days after the sad event she received a phone call at the exact time of his passing over with just the sound of his voice trying to speak but as his speech had gone before his passing there was no actual vocabulary. Comforting.

Five, mediums or clairvoyants. We can find people who have the gift to act as mediums between us and you. Not all who claim to be capable of this are genuine you must trust your instinct or let us guide you to the right person. If it is genuine you will know from the messages we send you but you must never give the medium any information. If they ask for anything other than 'yes' or 'no' they are charlatans. Walk away.

Six, aromas. We can make you aware of our presence by creating a familiar aroma around you that you will recognise as us. Lady M has been living with the aroma of Woodbine cigarettes for sometime. It was her father's brand and she is strongly aware of his presence around her.

So, folks. That is just six ways in which we communicate. Maybe you do not believe in any of this. Fine, but if you have doubts or are wondering look around you, listen, use your senses and intuition and you may be surprised because they will Love You Forever.

We are off to have fun until next week when we will share one of our haunting experiences with you.

Love Sofia and Donald 💖💖💖💖💖

Friday, 12 October 2018

The afterlife... Sofia and Donald

Howde Folks,

Donald and I hope you have all had the best of weeks. We have been zooming round the world at high speed and having a blast. Last week we left you with some questions about us and now we are going to answer them. We told you that my husband and Donald's brother was named Derek. Yes, I had  an affair with my brother-in-law while we were both downstairs.

Then it was my question, "Who was my beautiful wife, Miranda's second husband?" The answer... Charles Urquart-Latterley known to his friends as C U Later!
Then my question was "What are the names of my children?" Sophie and Donny. They were named after us.
Next, I asked for Derek's occupation at the hospital. He was a heart surgeon.
Sofia started laughing. I asked where we had sex for the first time. It was at the Avanti Hotel in room 5042. You remember, Donald?
They both started laughing. 
How could I forget it? We were by the pool. Derek and Miranda had taken the twins out on the glass bottom boat trip and I told you that we could see the harbour from our room. You didn't really believe me so I took you up and showed you and then... well it just happened!
It sure did, Donald and we have never looked back.
Oh no, Sofia... I did have some moments of guilt because I was cheating on my lovely Miranda but in the end everything worked out as it was meant to and we ended up together in the afterlife. Anyway, my next question was about Donny's hobby. The answer was and still is...astronomy.
I asked where my ashes were scattered. The answer... on the lilypond at Haslington Towers. Our family are now living in Australia. The name of Sophie's dog was Sheba although she usually called her 'Spotty' dog. Your occupation downstairs, Donald was a brickie or builder. My father's nickname for me was Sweet Pea because my initials were SP, Sofia Pemberton.
Okay, okay, Sofia at least let me answer our last question, Miranda and I lived at Chilwell.

Fine, Donald, now we have told all Lady M's readers about us we should tell them where they may find her books and read more for themselves... The Net, libraries, bookshops or her or from this blog! They don't have to go far!

True, Sofia. Now let's do the second half of her blog this week by giving some insight into the afterlife. Me first, time does not exist.
My turn. I love these two. No bad hair days and no need to worry about what you are wearing. If you want to change your clothes you do it by thought.
Oh, I was going to say that. You do everything by thought. So, you can travel in an instant just by thinking and can move round the world in less than a second.
My turn, I like this, too. We can help or hinder things downstairs but we cannot change events. It is nice to know that we can give support and comfort to those we left behind. I left a message for my children and when I see a candle burning in the window I know they need me and I am there for them. Your turn, Donald.
Everything is good here. There's no swearing, no violence and we all forgive the past and whatever happened downstairs. Sometimes, it's difficult particularly when you meet someone who has hurt you or one that you really loved. I had real problems when C U Later arrived after what he did to Miranda but now we are friends as it should be.
Me now, there's always a party when you arrive because you are expected and you meet all those friends and relatives who have arrived here before you. I will never forget my surprise when I met my eldest son, Billy.
Okay, I'll do the last one, Sofia. Death is nothing to fear; it is like walking into the next room or simply going to sleep for the last time. When it's your time someone from here will come and collect you and guide you into this fantastic place, the parallel universe or afterlife.

Well, we hope we have enlightened you this week. Next week, we are going to tell you about some of the ways those of us who have passed over communicate with those of you awaiting downstairs. You will be amazed or maybe it will answer some questions for you.

Until next week, loads of love from all in the afterlife, Sofia and Donald 💗💗💗💗

Friday, 5 October 2018

The return of Sofia and Donald

Howde folks!

Yes, it's me, Sofia. Donald and I are back with you until 2019. Lady M is taking a long holiday and has asked us to take over and entertain you. We have been having the best time during 2018 indulging in our favourite hobby and keeping an eye on our family. She has just called us back from Mount Everest. We were having such fun. Yes, we had sex on the summit. Sadly, this time we did not have an audience. It was too cold for the living. We do not feel the cold where we are; it is like time...non-existent. If you want to know more about us you need to read her books, Look After Each Other, Sofia's Legacy and Love You Forever. They are a trilogy about us and I love the second one because it has my name in the title. You can find them on the Net, in libraries,from her, in some bookshops or you may order them!

So, Donald what are we going to do?
Well, Sofia she has just put three quizzes up and we have to put up the answers to the last quiz. Why don't we start with a quiz?
Good thinking, Donald. I'll start, "Who was my husband?"
That's easy, Sofia. It was my brother, Derek.
Oh, you're not supposed to answer.
Oh, silly me. Of course not. I'll do the next question, "Who was my beautiful wife, Miranda's second husband? He left her destitute."
Good one, Donald. Now, it's my turn, "What are the names of my two children?"
Nice one, Sofia, now, "What was my brother's occupation at the hospital?"
I've got a good question, Donald, "Where did you and I first have sex?"
Wow, Sofia, trust you to think of that one, "What was my nephew's hobby?"
My turn, "Where were my ashes scattered?"
Morbid! "Where are our family living now?"
"What was the name of my daughter's dog?"
I'd forgotten about poor... it was so sad! Anyway, "What was my occupation downstairs?"
I'm enjoying this, Donald. My turn, "What was my father, Scott's, nickname for me? It related to my maiden name of Pemberton." See Donald, I'm even giving extra clues.
Right Sofia, I'll do the last question, "Where did Miranda and I live downstairs? Miranda was very proud of our beautiful bijou home, but where was it?" I'll give a clue as well. "It was a Nottingham suburb."

Okay folks, we will give you the answers next week and then we will tell you some of the good things about the afterlife. You will be surprised.

Love to y'all, Sofia and Donald 💓💓💓💓

Friday, 28 September 2018

Stimulating September... SHALOM SEARCH! Quiz time!

Hello Everyone!

I hope things are good with you wherever you are. I would love to have some comments on these quizzes from those of you doing them. This is the last week of September and the last quiz.
Can you really believe it is October next week? If you are in the UK, as the nights get longer and the days get shorter, now is the time to read a good book...
If you are 'down under' have a great spring and summer.

1. What is the Decalogue more commonly known as?
The Ten Commandments

2.  Who sold his birthright for a 'mess of pottage'?

3.  Where did Noah's Ark come to rest after the flood?
Mt. Ararat

4.  Who was the Great Lawgiver of the Israelites?

5.  What is the Holy Book of the Islamic religion?
The Koran

6.  Which religion has the Five K's?

7.  Who was King of England when the first authorised version of the Bible was published?
King James 1

8.  Who said, 'I find no fault with this man'?
Pontius  Pilate

9.  Name the apostle chosen to fill the place of Judas?

10. What does the word shalom mean?

11. Who captured Samson?

12. Which evangelist came to England for the Crusade in 1984?
Billy Graham

13. Who was the founder of the founder of the Salvation Army?
General Booth

14.  Name the most Holy Shrine for the Jews?
Wailing (Western) Wall, Jerusalem

15. Who wrote his autobiography, My Experiment with Truth ?
Mahatma Gandhi

16. What is a monotheistic religion?
A religion which worships one God

17. Which religion does the Golden Temple at Amritsar belong to?

18. Which religion celebrates Ramadan?

19.  Which Old Testament character is known for his wisdom?

20.  How many books are there in the Bible?

Answers next week.

Love and goodbye from me. I'm taking a long holiday into 2019 but Sofia and Donald will be back with you next week. I've no idea what they are planning but with those two it will probably be 'x' rated. Enjoy their company.

 Lady M!

Friday, 21 September 2018

Stimulating September - WHO? It's quiz time!

Hello Everyone,

I hope you have all had a most enjoyable week. Maybe you learned something from last week's quiz - the answers are now available.

Now for this week's quiz:

1. Who in ancient Greece made a great discovery while taking a bath?

2.  Who 'tilted at windmills'?
Don Quixote

3.  Who crowns the Sovereign of Great Britain?
The Archbishop of Canterbury

4.  Who introduced the 'penny post' in Britain?
Sir Rowland Hill

5.  Who invented the first astronomical telescope?

6.  Who first flew over the North Pole?
Commander Byrd

7.  Who are the patron saints of a)Russia  b) Italy?
a) St Nicholas   b)St Anthony

8.  Who founded the Jesuits?
Ignatius Loyola 

9.  Who was the last Viceroy of India?
Earl Mountbatten of Burma

10. Who is regarded as the greatest of Chinese philosopher's?

11.  WHO stands for what?
World Health Organisation

12.  Who gave us Love Me Tender  and Wooden Heart?
Elvis Presley

13.  Who would be a true cockney?
A person born within the sound of the bells of St Mary Le Bow Church, Cheapside, London. UK

14.  Who painted the Mona Lisa?
Leonardo Da Vinci

15.  Who was the sixteenth century German engraver famous for Praying Hands?
Albrecht Durer

16.  Who lives at 10, Downing Street, London?
The Prime Minister of England

17.  Who was the English outlaw, who robbed the rich to pay the poor?
Robin Hood

18.  Who in the thirteenth century invented gunpowder and spectacles?
Roger Bacon

19.  Who, in 1927, made the first solo non-stop Atlantic flight?
Charles Lindberg

20.  Who wrote Time & Tide, No Regrets, Stay in Touch, Look After Each Other, Sofia's Legacy? and Love You Forever.
Marilyn L Rice !!!!

Answers next week.

Lady M! (The smart arse who knows all the answers)

Friday, 14 September 2018

Stimulating September... THE BOOKWORM! it's quiz time again

Hello Everyone,

It's quiz time!

1. Who has a secret diary and is in love with Pandora?
Adrian Mole

2. What is the title of Peter Ustinov's autobiography?
'Dear Me'

3. In which book did Toad of Toad Hall first appear?
'The Wind in the Willows'

4.Which of F.Scott Fitzgerald's novels begins, In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice.?
'The Great Gatsby'

6. By what name is Samuel Langhorne Clemens better known?
Mark Twain

7.The setting for Thomas Hardy's novels is the West Country of England. What is his name for this region?

8.Which book by Paul Gallico is a story of Dunkirk?
'The Snow Goose'

9.Which author wrote about Tilly Trotter?
Catherine Cookson

10. Which Shakespearean play begins with a storm and a shipwreck?
'The Tempest'

11. Where were the following authors born a) D H Lawrence  b) Charles Dickens  c)Thomas Hardy?
a)Eastwood, Nottingham  b)Landport, Portsmouth  c)Nr. Dorchester

12. What is the title of the American novel by Steinbeck about the migrants heading for the Golden West of California?
'The Grapes of Wrath'

13. In which books do the following characters appear
a)Eustacia Vye   b)Dorothea Brooke,   c)Catherine Barkley?
a) 'The Return of the Native'  b)'Middlemarch'   c)'A Farewell to Arms'

14. Who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in  a)1954  b)1962?
a)Ernest Hemingway   b) John Steinbeck

15. In which book do Rhett Butler and Scarlet O'Hara appear?
'Gone with the Wind'

16. What theme did both Christopher Marlowe and Goethe use for a play?
The Faust Legend

17. In which novel are the March sisters first introduced?
'Little Women'

18. Which 17th Century work was written in Bedford jail?
'The Pilgrim's Progress'

19. Who wrote Brave New World?
Aldous Huxley

20. In which century was Beowulf  written?
Eighth Century

Answers next week. Have a great week folks and if you have time on your hands, do not waste it... read a book.

Love y'all!

Lady M xxxx

Friday, 7 September 2018

A trip down memory lane

The Post Office today. Just the red phone box left!

Hello Everyone,

Well, I hope you all enjoyed the story about the little foal last month. While you were all busy reading it I was feeling nostalgic toward the sixties and my happy, well mostly, childhood into teenage years.

In January 1960 I remember going on a rather long car journey from Nottinghamshire to a little village, Ashford-in-the-Water. My father was being interviewed for the post of Farm Manager at the Hall. My first memory was crossing a beautiful packhorse bridge and riding along a short road to enter the village. The Post Office was on the left as we turned right and passed the cricket field toward a rather impressive entrance. We turned into this drive and after about one hundred and fifty yards we were at the front door of what seemed like a massive building. I stayed in the car but remember looking out on the first snowdrops of the year fighting to survive the remains of the snow.

The Hall drive
The Village Institute 

A month later we moved to this village and stayed there for eleven years. That lovely bridge was strengthened in the early sixties but as the volume and weight of traffic grew the little road was closed and a new road was built cutting across a field, part of the cricket field and causing the beautiful Hall drive to be taken back by about fifteen feet. I remember the owner of the field, when rumours of this first hit the villagers, saying, "over my dead body!" Alas, it was taken under a compulsory purchase order. The cricket field was also moved, as was the bus stop. I drove in along that new road and sighed. A part of the village died the day that bridge was closed. Sadly, it was progress and a sign of the times.

First, I had a drive round the village and then parked on one of the roads without yellow lines. Something else that had not been invented in 1960. I looked at the old school building; a C of E school and thought back to the days when at 3.25 p.m. the vicar would come into school and we would have a prayer for the end of the day. In the glorious summers we would rush out of school and down Court Lane to the swings and swing high and low watching the time on the church clock. After 4.00 p.m. we would go to our homes. They were perfect days. Well, the school closed in the late eighties. There was a special service where the current headmaster rang the bell for the final time. I attended it with sadness for I had learned so much in that school.

The School Building

The first cottage on Court Lane had some kind of plaque on the wall. Being nosey, I looked; it was a Tourist Board award for self-catering accommodation. That was where the Davies family used to live. It seemed that there were more tourists than ever and some of the old cottages are now for holiday rental. Unheard of in the swinging sixties. I looked across passed the bungalows which replaced allotments in the mid-sixties and at the new cemetery which started in the sixties when the churchyard became full. It seems to be full now. That is probably where all those people I remember are. No, I'm not that nosey.

I walked passed the church onto the main street. Through the village toward the Hall. Memories floated back but tinged with sadness due to the changing times. I looked at the Village Institute where we had had so many events and enjoyed our school dinners. We walked from the school to the institute regardless of the weather. I remembered all of the houses as I passed and who had lived in them. There was George and Ida Thorpe on Greaves Lane; their garden was so special because every spring she would get her gnomes out, paint them and place them in the front garden. Probably about fifty. Now, today they wouldn't last long would they? John  McCrindle, the photographer lived in the corner cottage opposite what was The Devonshire Arms. It is now The Ashford Hotel, I think.

I walked up the old road to the front drive and took a pic for old time sake. Then went further up the road to the back drive and looked across to where our cottage was. Alas, it is hidden by trees so I was unable to see my bedroom where I used to watch the traffic from Sheffield and Chesterfield at a standstill when people came over to the tourist area on Bank Holidays. That was my entertainment. We never ventured out on Bank Holidays.

I returned back into the village and to the tea rooms. I sat having my panini and wondering why I was having lunch in George Bibby's back room. Yes, that tea room used to be one of the village shops and that room would have been full of orders for delivery back in the sixties.

My next stop was the church where I worshipped regularly and was confirmed there in 1965. I took my first communion at that altar rail. I was pleased to see a new memorial window and wandered over thinking, "That's new." The memorial was for William and Kitty Olivier. The Colonel, as we knew him, was my father's employer. They were both very supportive of all I did and achieved during those years. Such fond memories of lovely people.

The altar rail where I took my first communion in 1965

Holy Trinity Church

There was one last place to visit before leaving. Sheepwash Bridge. The headmaster would take us down there when my father was washing the sheep. I loved that! In the old days you could drive over it. Now, there are bollards preventing such activity. Walk over it, look down and spot the trout. The part at the side which looks like a stone circle is where the sheep were penned and then taken one by one into the water.

Sheepwash Bridge

At the end of my experience I'm thinking of the last line in The Great Gatsby, "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

For my part, I think that time moves on and things change. You cannot go back into the past and you cannot relive it. So, all that's left are memories and we should make happy ones each day.

Next week it's quiz time again.
Whatever you do, have no regrets but fun and make happy memories for tomorrow.

Love Lady M xxx

Friday, 31 August 2018

A story for August 5

Hi, I'm #7 and I'm proud to be the Singing Horses mascot.

Hello Everyone,

It's the last episode in this story and the last day of August. September tomorrow... autumn is dawning if you're in the northern hemisphere or spring in the south. Either way, there's one more thing that's just round the corner when we hit September. I won't mention the 'C' word! I hope you've enjoyed this August story from #7 and are eagerly awaiting the final part.


He could feel movement. It was all strange. He was lying down and moving. He was going backwards. Then turning. Now forwards. He didn’t like it. He was afraid he would fall on his side. His papa may be cross. How did his papa stay so still? Then, like magic, his little body swayed with the movement of the horsebox. It was fun. He liked it. He was happy.

“This is fun, Papa. It’s nice.”

Savannah was pleased. His little foal would be spending a lot of time in one of these horseboxes. He would travel thousands of horse miles throughout his career. He must be comfortable in one.

The little foal was listening. It was a funny noise. He had not heard it before. Sometimes, they would stop. There was a small jolt. Then stop. The noise stopped. Then, the noise and movement started again. Sometimes, he would feel himself turn round. His papa watched him,

“Little one, it is the noise of the engine. It is a machine. Powered by gasoline. Worked by humans. It is easier than us galloping from place to place.”

“Oh, it’s nice. Papa.” It was a new experience. Like leaving the stable for the first time. Seeing outside. Trotting. Experiences were exciting. He hoped he was being good. He hoped his papa was pleased with him. He had no mama. He must be good for his papa. He must not lose his papa.

Then it stopped. Savannah rose to his hooves, “We are home, little one.”

The little foal stood up. He was on all his hooves. He didn’t want to fall. How did his papa know they were home? He was going to see it. He would meet new humans. He must remember his manners. He had been careful with his grooming. He would not have HO. He was not a stinky poo. He was really excited. Grinning from ear to ear. There was movement outside the door. The door opened. His papa went down the ramp. He followed. Careful. He must not fall or slip. Going down the ramp was as difficult as going up it.

He looked around him. There was a really massive stable. Much bigger than the maternity stable. There were three paddocks. He could see a big human stable. Lots of gardens, fields, trees. It was so big. He was excited. He swished his little tail. He waited for his papa to neigh him. His papa was neighing with new humans. He must not interrupt him.

Then his papa turned to him, “Sir, this is my little foal, Savannah the second. He is nine horse days old. He has learned how to use the bathroom and groom properly. He can trot. He knows he is lucky to be able to stay with me. He knows manners. He knows he must do as he is neighed. He must obey all instructions from humans. My little foal, this is Lord Savannah who has allowed you to stay here.”

The little foal knew what he must do, he raised his hoof, “Pleased to meet you, sir.”

Lord Savannah shook his hoof. “Hello. Little one. Welcome to Savannah estate.”

There was another human. Savannah neighed, “Meet your groom, Harry. You neigh him, sir.”

The little foal raised his hoof again, “pleased to meet you, sir.”

He looked to his papa. Had he got it right? His papa grinned. His papa was pleased with him.

The groom was a little slow shaking his hoof. He hoped he didn’t fall down. Then, “hello, little foal. I’m looking forward to being your groom.”

The little foal waited for his papa to neigh him what to do. He neighed with the new humans for a short horse time. They walked away toward the big human stable. Then, his papa neighed, “Now, we’ll go to our stall.” He followed him to a stable. It was a closed one. Each stall had its own door. Papa opened #1.

“Welcome to your home. Little one.”

The little foal looked. It was amazing. Much bigger than the stall in the maternity stable. On one side was a big hay bed. It was up one of those step things. He must remember that. He must be careful. On the other side was a mirror and other things. At the back was one of those human toilets.

“It’s big, Papa.” He swished his little tail. Grinned. “It’s nice.” He hoped his papa would explain what the things were. He didn’t know.

“Now, little one. We have furniture. Table, chair, wardrobe, drawers, shelves and a television.”

The little foal was taking in all the new neighs. What were all these new things used for? He must watch his papa and learn quickly. His papa turned something on. The little foal nearly jumped out of his skin. A picture and noise on the thing he’d neighed “television”.

“When I’m working you will be able to see me on this screen.” He hoofed him the remote control and showed him how it all worked. Fascinating. He could lie on his hay bed and watch his papa working somewhere else.

His new groom arrived, “Time for the little one’s feed, sir.”

The groom sat on the chair. So, that’s what it’s for. The little foal thought. Humans sit on those things. One mystery solved. “Come, little one.”

Savannah the second walked over to his new groom, “sir”, he neighed. Then sucked from the bottle while swishing tail. His papa and humans seemed to like it when he did that. The bottle was empty, “Thank you, sir.” He neighed.

The human stroked him. He loved that. Then the human disappeared.

That horse day went quickly. His papa taught him to use that thing neighed “toilet”. He could “flush” it. He found that exciting. All that wet stuff falling down. Then that funny noise when it filled up. His papa showed him the grooming stable. Then took him out to the paddocks and gardens. He trotted all the way round one paddock without falling. Candy. He was tired before that electric thing came on. He fell asleep on his new hay bed. He woke. It was dark. Like the horse night when he found his way out of that bag thing and landed in soft stuff. His papa was watching television.

“Ah, little one. Watch.”

He watched. He didn’t understand. But he watched. His groom came with his bottle. He sucked. He neighed his thanks. The groom stroked him. He swished his tail. He was still tired.

“It’s been a long horse day. Little one. Go, pee. Then sleep.”

“Neigh, Papa.”

That’s what he did.

The next horse week was one he would always remember. His papa spent every possible horse moment with him. Each horse day he woke up. Eager to go to that thing humans’ neighed toilet. He knew how to use it. And he loved that flushing afterwards. His papa always hoofed the television on. He neighed it was important to watch the news. It was important to know what was happening. Then, they walked to the grooming stall and groomed together.

He met other stallions in the stable. He always neighed, “Savannah the second. Pleased to meet you.” He shook hoofs. Sadly, there were no other little foals. His papa had neighed he was lucky to be there. All the other equines were working horses. They neighed about their races, trainers and jockeys. Each horse morning there was a lot happening outside the stable. Some horseboxes were waiting. Humans arrived. Horses joined them. They disappeared. Sometimes they came back in the horse evening. Sometimes they stayed away longer.

During the horse day his groom brought him that bottle of nice milk. He sucked it. Neighed his thanks. Swished his little tail. They explored all the Savannah estate. He met new humans. He remembered his manners. His papa was pleased. Candy. He trotted round the paddock. He learned to run and jump. He watched television. He learned about the other things neighed furniture in his stall. He learned how to open and close their door. But he was never to leave the stable alone.

His papa gave him his first gifts. His own hoofing dictionary and hoofing book. Every little foal had one. They could hoof up things they needed to learn. His papa neighed him the secret of his success. He always walked the course before a race. He, his trainer and jockey would walk slowly. He then knew every part of it. Also, he never did more than one race on any horse day. Not more than three a horse week. That way, as long as he stayed fit, he could win. The first time he loses a race, he loses his fame.

“You must understand, my little foal. You must neigh me that you will be good for your groom. I cannot be worrying about you or I may lose my concentration. Then, I will not win.”

“I understand, Papa. I will be good.”

“On the next horse day I shall leave. I have races at Ascot, Aintree and Newbury. I shall be home in six horse days.”

He was sad. But he grinned. He must not let his papa know how sad he was. On their last horse night together he snuggled close to his papa. The next horse morning he was really, really sad but he grinned. They groomed together as usual. Then his papa went for fodder. The little foal saw his papa’s horsebox arrive. He was proud. His papa was the only one to have his name in big black letters on the side. He was so, so proud of his papa. He must not let him down.

The little foal’s groom came with his bottle. He sucked. Then he took him outside to see his papa leave. His papa scooped him up, “I love you my little foal. I have to go now. Watch me on the television. Be good for your groom.”

He remembered his mama neighing those neighs. He never saw her again. He wanted to sob. He was sad. “Yes, Papa.” His papa put him down. He walked over to his groom. He watched his papa get into his horsebox. His groom held him so that he could hoof his papa off. He tried not to cry but when the horsebox was out of sight little tears fell down his visage.

“Do not be sad, little foal. You can see your papa win a race tomorrow.”

“My mama neighed she loved me. I never saw her again.”

“Oh, little foal. This is not the same. You’ll see your papa again. I promise. Come. Let’s go and trot round the paddock.”

His groom kept him occupied all day. He was good. He did as he was neighed. Trotted. Sucked. Watched television. Played. Ran. Walked. Then the darkness came. The little foal was alone in his hay. No papa to snuggle up to. He was sad.

On the next horse morning he woke at daybreak. He heard the stallions neighing about their horse day ahead. His groom would be coming soon. He must be good. He must be ready for his groom. He rose from his hay. Walked over to the toilet. Spread. Raise. No splashing. He grinned. Flushing time. Whoosh. He watched it. He liked that. He put his grooming bag round his neck. Head held high. Walked to the grooming stall at the far end of the stable. He neighed, “Neigh morning.” To the other stallions. Some neighed, “Neigh morning, little foal.” Others igneighed him. What had he done? Why didn’t they like him? He didn’t understand how jealous they were of his papa. He was careful with his grooming. Teeth, Body, Hooves. No HO. Neigh way. He returned to his stall. He remembered his papa neighed it was important to watch the news. He put that thing called the television on. He was sad. He hid it well. He must be good. His papa would come home soon.

The door opened. His groom came in. He had his bottle with that nice stuff in it.

“Hello, little foal.” He put the bottle to his mouth. The little foal sucked. Nice. “Today, we’ll have some fun. This afternoon, we’ll watch your papa win a race at Aintree.”

The little foal didn’t know where Aintree was. He didn’t care. His papa on that screen. He grinned. He must be good. For the horse morning he followed his groom. Outside. In the paddock. Lord Savannah joined them. He grinned. Jumping over low fences. Running. Trotting. Walking. Then that bottle. Then, it was horse time to watch his papa.

He lay on his hay. The groom on the chair. When he saw his papa on the screen he couldn’t believe it. Magic! He stood up on his hooves. He grinned from ear to ear, “Papa. Papa.” He looked at the groom.

“Yes, papa.”

Then he was puzzled. His papa had something round his visage. A human was pulling something. Was he hurting papa? Was his papa in pain? It was all to do with this racing. He’d neigh with his papa later.

They watched. Under starters orders. Something happened. They were off. The little foal frolicked. He neighed, “Go. Papa. Go. Go. Papa. Go.” Where had he got that from? He didn’t know. Then, he heard, “It’s Savannah…”

The little foal didn’t hear anything else. “Papa won. Papa won.” He jumped up and down. Then did a somersault. He didn’t know he could do that either.

For the rest of the horse week the little foal was good. He did as he was neighed. He watched his papa win the other races. His papa came home. He was outside. Waiting for that horsebox with his name on it. He saw it. He jumped up and down. “Papa. Papa.”

He watched it come closer. Stop. “Papa. Papa.” A human opened the door. His papa came down the ramp. He rushed up to him. Savannah scooped him up. “Neigh, my little foal. I’m back. I’m here for three horse days. We can neigh and play together. Have you been good?”

“I’ve been good Papa.” He was happy. He was not going to neigh his papa how sad he’d been. His papa looked at the groom. “He’s been good, sir.”

“Candy, then.”

The little foal grinned. Lord Savannah arrived. His papa put him down. He seemed to forget about him.  He neighed with Lord Savannah. The little foal was sad. He sat still. He must be good. Then all the humans disappeared. His papa neighed, “Come, little one.”

They walked to their stall. Candy. Then, they lay together in the hay. The little foal snuggled close to his papa. He was so pleased to have him back.

“Papa, does it hurt when you have all that stuff round your visage and a human sitting on you.”

“No, of course not, little one. When you are a colt, you will have a bridle, reins, saddle. Eventually, a human. You will get used to it. When I can no longer gallop at speed you, my little one, will take over. You will win races.”

“Ooh, really?” The little foal could not imagine ever being a colt.

His first horse months were much the same. Welcome his papa home after racing. His papa always won. He had been good. Candy. His papa stayed for a short horse time. They played, jumped, galloped, trotted and neighed together. He was happy for this horse time. Then, his papa would leave him. He’d grin as his papa neighed him farewell. His groom would hold him while he hoofed his papa off. He watched him win races on the television. He was always sad. He wanted to be with his papa. He must be good.

After six horse months he had grown. He was eating fodder like his papa. When his papa came home he neighed, “Papa. I have to learn about racing. It would be easier if I came with you. I will be good. I will be quiet while you’re working.”

Savannah thought about this. “I will neigh Lord Savannah. It would be a good neighdea for you to come with me.”

Lord Savannah thought it was an excellent neighdea. He had new racing horses coming in. He was short of grooms. If the little foal was with his papa he would have a spare groom.

“My little foal. Lord Savannah neighs you may come with me. You must be good all the time.”

“Yes. Papa.” The little foal grinned. He was always going to be with his papa. He would be able to snuggle up to him every night. Here or in that horsebox. He would never be alone again. He was happy.

“Well, we leave in two horse days for Kettering. I will get you your foal saddlebag.”

He looked puzzled. What was that?

“You will need something to carry your things in. Grooming bag, brush, hoof book, hoof dictionary.”

“Oh.” The little foal was excited. His papa gave him his first foal saddlebag. It was like his grooming bag.  A pretty pic of his mama on one side. His name on the other. The little foal could hardly wait for that horse morning when he was going to ride in that horsebox with his papa. He would be happy instead of hoofing him off and sad.

He was outside with his papa. His papa carried their bags. That ramp thing came down. The little foal walked up it. Steady. Head held high. He moved to the side. His papa followed him. Humans got in. They set off. At first it felt weird. Then he remembered. He got used to the movement of this thing humans neigh a horsebox. He liked it. He was with his papa. Life was good.

They arrived at Kettering. Wherever it was. He must be good. He waited for his papa to neigh him. Humans were outside. The door opened. His papa rose to his hooves. “Follow me, little one.” He followed his papa. Down the ramp. Careful. Steady. Must not fall. Head held high. Swish tail. Humans like that.

Outside, he looked around. Lots of those horsebox things. Many stallions. Lots of humans. All looked busy. His papa neighed with humans and two other stallions. He was quiet. His papa neighed him, “Come, walk the course with us.” The human he neighed a jockey was by his side. They all walked to where racehorses ran. There was fencing on both sides of a long paddock. Very long. They walked to the other end. A sign said, FINISH.

“Yes, I’m happy with this.” He neighed to his jockey, “We can do it with ease.”

The jockey looked pleased. “There are nine in our race.”

“That’s not a problem. We’ll take a centre position.”

“Centre?” That human neighed with surprise.

“Yes, I think centre’s best.”

His jockey just hoped he was right.

The little foal was taking it all in. When he was a big horse he would be doing what his papa was doing now. He must always win, too.

“Time for fodder and rest before the race.”

They went back to their horsebox. Their midday fodder was just hay. It was in something on the wall in their horsebox. He’d notice it before. He wondered what it was. Now he knew. Hay was boring to the little foal. He preferred chips. He liked sleeping in hay. Not eating it. Anyway, he had more things to find out. He had been good. Not interrupted his papa’s neighing, but now.



“Where’s the bathroom?”

He chuckled. “Oh little one, you have so much to learn.”

He was puzzled. What was funny? What did he have to learn? He always got going to the bathroom right.

“When we’re at racecourses we use the grass anywhere. Racecourses have them for humans but not equines. No special bathroom stalls. We don’t like it. But, it’s the way it is. We get used to it.”

“Oh. You mean anywhere? With humans watching us?”


He didn’t like that. He would eat first. Wait a while longer.

After fodder they rested. Then it was time. Things happened. There was neighing. Humans collected that thing they neighed a saddle. His papa went back down the ramp. The little foal followed. They put something round his papa’s visage. They could then lead him or pull on things they neighed reins. His papa neighed it was comfortable. Humans patted him.

While humans were neighing and working with his papa he walked round to the other side of the horsebox. No humans could see him. Sniffed. Found the best piece of grass. Spread. Raise. Relief. He chuckled to himself. This was something else he must learn to do. He walked back to the humans and his papa.

He neighed to the little foal. “It is time to go.”

The little foal followed him. They went to a paddock. The jockey went somewhere else to be weighed in. The little foal looked around him. There were eight other stallions there. They all looked at him in surprise.

“Neigh. What’s he doing here?” they neighed.

“He’s my little foal.” Savannah reneighed.

The little foal neighed, they didn’t seem to like his papa. “Don’t they like you, Papa?”

He chuckled, “No, little one. It’s because I always win. One horse day one of them will beat me. Not this horse day.”

The little foal lay down.

The trainer neighed him, “Your papa will go to the racetrack when the jockey comes back. You must stay with me.”

He neighed. He understood. The trainer took him to the side of the track. He watched. His papa came out. He was in the middle. The little foal jumped up and down. “Go. Papa. Go.” His eyes followed his papa. He won. He wanted to hoof clap him but couldn’t stand on two legs long enough. He just frolicked with excitement his papa had won the race. He had earned money for Lord Savannah. Lord Savannah would be pleased.

The trainer took him back to the paddock. That jockey led his papa into the paddock. Lord Savannah was there. He was really pleased. He had watched the race from a box somewhere. There was champagne for humans and a rosette for his papa. They were all patting and stroking his papa. Neighing, “Congratulations.” “Well done.” His papa chuckled. He was pleased. The little foal watched from a distance. He must not run through humans to his papa. He must wait. When the humans except the trainer left

Savannah walked over to the little foal. “Come, little one. My work is done for this horse day. We rest now. On the next horse day we travel to Yorkshire.

“Neigh, Papa. I watched you. It was great. You’re so good. Will I win all my races?”

“Neigh, little one. You have a lot of practice to do first. But you have been good. Candy.”

The little foal grinned. The trainer took Savannah’s reins. He led him back to their horsebox. The little foal followed. That horse night he snuggled up to his papa. They slept. The next horse day they travelled to Yorkshire. From that horse time forward the little foal was never sad. He was always happy. He stayed with his papa whether in their home stable or horse box.

The little foal and his papa lived happily ever after. 

#7 and I wish you all a happy week and September. Yours Lady M ✨✨✨