The Old Rugged Horse

Arthur Greenan

1955

The Old Rugged Horse by Arthur Greenan

It was a pleasant afternoon, the sky was clear and the Lammermuir hills, by late August, had taken on the hue of the purple heather. The grieve at East Windygoul farm sent Bobby, my dappled grey farm horse, and I, on the long trip to the coal depot at Ormiston. By nightfall, it would be for Bobby and me, both rising sixteen, a day not readily forgotten. ... (continues)