While visiting a care home in Tiverton last week, to do a rag rug session, I met a woman with the spirit of adventure in her eyes. She told me that as a young girl she had swum around the Isle of Wight and how the shire horses on her parents farm would only allow her near their fetlocks when they needed cleaning, rather than the male farm workers.
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Horse, Derbyshire Dales
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As for the rag rug session, I don't know why, but my rugs seemed to induce much mirth! Several of us had tears in our eyes by the end of the afternoon. One woman thought my braided bag would make a splendid bishop's mitre and demonstrated, modelling it at a rakish angle.
