Slipping on my welly boots, I grabbed a piece of toast and headed out the door.
On a crisp spring day back in April this year, I was heading out to the stables where I kept my horses.
I’d always been into horses, and my daughter Kadie, 38, took after me.
We shared four between us, and we’d often spend time together at the stables tending to them.
And arriving 10 minutes later, I wasn’t surprised to see Kadie was already there, brushing her horse Vinny.
After a quick natter about plans for the weekend, Kadie rushed off to pick up her kids Caden, 13, and Poppy, nine, from school.
‘Speak later,’ she waved, dashing off – she was always on the go.
Chatting that evening on the phone, as…