The only thing I knew was from watching James Herriott that you had to keep the horse moving. Not the easiest thing in the world with such a big horse! Angela rang the vet who came after about half an hour by which time Pilgrim was down on the floor of the school rolling in agony. It was the most awful thing I have ever seen. Here was this massive horse, sweating, rolling, kicking and there was nothing I could do. The vet came and said that it was colic, examined him and said that he couldn’t feel any twisted gut and gave him morphine. By this time Pilgrim was just lying there not moving, just groaning. I was quite sure that we were going to loose him. After saving him from the slaughterhouse we are going to loose him to colic. There was no way of course that we could get him into a horsebox and drive him to the vets for an operation so if he didn’t respond within a few minutes, the vet said the best thing would be to put him down.