Caistor St Edmund, Norfolk: At our livery yard, we and the vets are forever on the lookout for illness. I’m grateful that my own horse, Jamie, lived to nearly 30A woodpecker drums, as if signalling my arrival. I’ve been past this grave many times, but today I’ve resolved to visit properly. In October last year, my beloved elderly horse, Jamie, was euthanised. A decision that was right, but still weighs heavily. He’d been in my life for more than 26 years, as I changed from girl to woman to mother.Here in the woodland is the burial site for horses that have lived and died on the farm. Each one has been dearly loved, a member of the family, often for decades. I want to see if the beech tree planted for him made it through winter. Continue reading...