As Hector tied sacking over Henrys feet, Henry chomped leisurely at the contents of his nose bag whilst his tail tried to knock Hector’s cap off.
Nay lad we’s going to need our caps and boots this day. It’s sore cold outside and we’ve forty bags of coal to deliver. You’re be needing all your strength and the old yellow blanket, for Iceland’s got now’t on Birmingham today.
With layers of sacking over his leather jerkin Hector guided Henry around drab red brick streets. Now and again Hector would loop his arms around the horse’s neck as they both struggled to earn their keep.
The winter of 1946/47 was bitterly cold and the continuation of former wartime austerity meant that coal was still rationed.
Hector and Henry are an amalgamation of childhood memories. Inspired by a memories told to me by Bill Thornber.