Young Man With a Horse

In his autobiography Richard describes a procession in Bradford during his early childhood. He was in awe of the great horses with their measured pace:

There were brewers’ drays with horses which were probably the finest in the world. With their chains of brasses, plumes on their heads and beautifully plaited manes and tails, they moved in that majestic rhythm which puts them in a world apart. I have no difficulty in understanding how people worship or hold such animals sacred. The first time I saw a Jersey bull I nearly wept at that otherworldly dignity. The feeling that to stare at such perfection was unmannerly, that at least one should bow or salute in some way, made me turn away almost in pain.