Along the pretty Pembrokeshire coast,
Under a sun that shone for ever,
We galloped over emerald cliffs.
Both holding imaginary reins,
Paula and I made spurring noises
To mounts that were supposed to be there.
Our families met while caravanning,
We decided to all tour together.
Big brothers enjoyed their own adventures.
A younger sister still napped afternoons,
While at little less than a decade old,
We played horses to our hearts’ content.