It was a cold and wintry Sunday afternoon, but with the fire alight and my Mum, Dad and sisters all together I felt the safety and warmth peculiar to early childhood. In fact I could only have been 4 but I remember the day even now for one particular moment. It was the moment when for the first time, a piece of music affected me. The Adventures of Black Beauty were on the television and as the theme tune rose and I saw that jet-black horse galloping across the fields through the long grass, I could feel the melody swirling inside, creating a longing, but for what, I didn’t know.
That was the start of it for me I believe…