My grandad had a chemist shop on the corner of Rawson Street in New Basford just along the road from the brewery. I remember the drays clattering by on the cobbled roads. My dad was friendly with Shipstones' Ostler, Mr Tom Kirkland. Between them they fixed it for me to groom two of the shires, Duke and Captain?. I would have to stand on a beer crate to reach their backs and put their food on the floor to reach their heads. My wages was a crate of fizzy pop.