Retro pic of the day!

This is the horse my grandpa owned. Rango by name. This is me on him.

This is the horse I learnt to ride on. The one that scraped me off under a thorn tree and galloped away. A number of times. The one who tried to rub me to death against a wall. The one that jumped a fence and took off through the bush to the river - with me still clinging on bareback.

This is the horse that was the first in a long line of horses. He preceded the wild and stunningly-beautiful black that uncle Kelly tamed. He preceded a whole line of miniature horses that gramps bred until recently - and I think he still may have one or two.

This is the horse that eventually died of old age, and who lies buried in a favourite field near the farmhouse.

Man, I miss that horse.