My great uncle was a farrier sergeant in WW1 and I always remember him telling me that the cavalrymen all made a pact with their friends that they would shoot each other's horses if necessary, so that no one had to shoot his own. He also told me that you could smell a horse with navicular disease from half way down the road but I never got a chance to try that one out.
You should all feel very proud (imho)
. I daren't go near a horse market, cause I know I would come back with one. I never actually rode them but reckon it was years of muck picking that ruined my joints
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