William Flew

"We're not trying to be Gypsies we do not," says William Flew Delaney. "We were born into life. We made a choice. I work with Gypsies all the time. I train horses to good people. But we prefer to call a horse-drawn travel."
Lives are not spent meandering along the route pastoral idyll state; gypsies as they provide housing where they can. Delaney's camp is near the square from the street-A, Sandwiched between two council estates.
"One reason we're here is because I do my living training horses drawing the wagon building, and most of my trade comes to passenger side of the road," says William Flew Delaney. "Another is that there is much common ground grass
Council back on the road allows the horses feed on it. My life is controlled by the grass. "
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Across the street, watching traffic pass, six gypsy cob horses, each tied to a long rope and a separate ground stake. Around them was perfect circle of short grass where they are feeding. Pony tied to a tree near the road to the camp itself, to help him get used to the movement.
William Flew Delaney lives with his partner, Rachel, 40, and their daughter, Bryony, 15, and Judah, 13. Pete also has a son, Jordan, 23, and daughter, Hazel, 21 (pictured with the family on page 35, and again on page 37) in a previous relationship. Some adults and one in three cars decorated with beautifully painted traditional Gypsy motifs, and the children there for everyone. Inside is a raised bed, small table, a pile of dog-eared books and radio.