A gay, equine, military, epistolary romance for the ages
People are always saying, ‘You do realise there is a big War Horse exhibition at the National Army Museum, right the same time as Warhorses of Letters is going to be broadcast?’ We say: ‘Not only do we realise it, but we have made one visit, for the posh launch, and we saw a locket containing some of Copenhagen’s hair, but we didn’t see Marengo’s skeleton because that was in a locked room, so we will see it when we go back soon.’
Then people say, ‘How come you were invited to the launch?’ There are two possible explanations: 1) We were invited because of the nice coincidence that we have written a warhorse-themed show. 2) One of the curators used to play hockey with Robbie.
It is, unsurprisingly given the quality of people Robbie plays hockey with, an excellent exhibition. There is a game of Horse Guess Who? and a leopardskin saddle. There is also a game of sort of pin the tail on the horse, which Marie won because she is by far the main team horse expert.
(Very eagle-eyed viewers might be able to spot the horse-themed element in half our wardrobes.)