barouche-horses

Updated: May 8, 2025

We were wild children and, left to ourselves, had the time of our lives. I rode my pony up the front stairs and tried to teach my father's high-stepping barouche-horses to jump crashing their knees into the hurdles in the field and climbed our incredibly dangerous roof, sitting on the sweep's ladder by moonlight in my nightgown.

Margot Asquith - Margot Asquith, an Autobiography - Two Volumes in One