Funeral horses

One afternoon nearly two years ago, I heard horses outside my window and saw four of them being taken out of their harnesses after a funeral and loaded into a horsebox.
It's taken this long to write about them in a way I felt came close to the memory. It's not that unusual to see horses outside. Lewes Road ended up being the spur. A week or so after I finished it I was on my way to walk Roxy and saw another pair being loaded up. The feather-topped bridles are hanging from a hinge near the ramp.