Indeed my chief memory is of a fall while riding bareback
and without said helmet whilst on holiday in Cornwall. I think they thought I was making rather a fuss
and I had to get back on,
but later when my mother was brushing my hair at bedtime
rather a lot came out and a deep cut was discovered.
Edited to add these photographs from the actual holiday. Note the casual approach to riding safety for comedy effect. My five year old sister is on the bigger horse! I have obviously just had one of Joyce Wilkinson's more drastic haircuts.
My sister however was obsessed
and I still have some of her pony drawings,
this one very naughtily drawn in
Flower Fairies of the Autumn.
We had an assortment of toy horses,
these are the Edith Reynolds hand made (rubber filled) variety.
Distressingly, they boast on the label that they are 'real skin horses'.
He sat by the fire in the kitchen not daring to speak for happiness. Till that moment he had not known how beautiful and peaceful life could be. The green square of paper pinned round the lamp cast down a tender shade. On the dresser was a plate of sausages and white pudding and on the shelf there were eggs. They would be for breakfast in the morning after the communion in the college chapel. White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea. How simple and beautiful life was after all! And life lay all before him.
Still Life of Cooking Utensils, Cauldron, Frying Pan and Eggs
Jean-Baptiste Simeon Chardin
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - James Joyce