I think I’ve written in A Widow’s Words about ‘Champ and Scamp’, this sculpture of a horse and dog, so spontaneously and aptly named by John, when I first brought it home.

Here’s ‘Little John’ having a ride on said sculpture, before it gets packed away.

Can you appreciate how very poignant and emotive this image is to me?  So laden with sadness and significance, which no-one else would understand.