The pet I’ll never forget: Tony the carthorse shared our breakfasts – and our war with the Nazis
He was one of the much-loved working horses my dad looked after at Liverpool docks. But then, after a heavy German bombing raid, he went missingTony was a magnificent white carthorse who, every morning of my early... #press
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