Just before half term, Todd and the IIs went to see War Horse at London's National Theatre.

It opened in idyllic Devon, just before World War One. Swallows flew over the audience's heads and geese chased men around the farmyard. Albert buys Joey, a timid colt, and trains him up. The horses were amazing: despite looking like skeletons through which you could clearly see the operators, they lived and breathed.

Then the action darkened. Joey joined a cavalry regiment in Calais and the horrors of mud, barbed wire, tanks and starvation awaited both Albert and Joey.

There wasn't a dry eye left in the house by the end. This wasn't any night out at the theatre but one of the most memorable, moving and awe-inspiring.