OUR WORLD - Farewell to our Unicorn

Twenty years ago when I bought the farm, I almost immediately

also bought a beautiful white pony for the grandchildren.

Over priced, with teeth that needed constant attention, but little 

did I know then, the treasure we had acquired.

On starlit nights you could see the glint of her horn

against the darkness.

She was a princess of dreams . . .

youngest granddaughter, who had a very special bond

with Modie, recognised her faerie nature even in daylight.

Knowing she would leave us soon, I took these pictures of her 

in late spring when she was still shedding her winter cloak.

Instinctively I knew it was my last chance.

Barely a month later, she left us for the green pastures 

and clear streams of a better place.

The wound was too raw to share these at that time . . .

it still is.