When I was a baby the milk float was pulled by a huge grey horse called Charlie. When Charlie retired my Aunty Maureen bought him and kept him as a stable companion for her daughter Frankie’s evil-tempered show jumper Spade (who spat at and tried to bite everyone but Frankie). My mum has a photo somewhere of Charlie peering under the hood of my pram to say hello. We were all told to stay away from Spade, but Charlie was a gentle giant. My older sister even sat on his back a few times.