It was a very hot day on Saturday and Pomo and
I were watching the Trooping of the Colour celebrations for Her
Majesty the Queen's 80th Birthday. I love the pageantry, and having
horses of my own particularly like the mounted regiments. I was
explaining to Pomo the difference between the Kings Troop, and the
mounted divisions. When I mentioned the Coldstream Guards his ears
pricked up. A cold stream, just what he could do with on a hot day!
I told him that I had entered him in a show the following day and
we would be very close to Coldstream. I asked if he would he like
to visit the town. The answer was of course yes. There is nothing
he likes better than a night in a hotel, and a trip out with me
on his own.
I sent him off to wash his hands and face and pack his overnight
bag whilst I made us a picnic, and that evening found us in the
car for the long journey to the Scottish Borders.