HORSE RIDING ENTHUSIAST & BLOGGER
Early childhood memories have faded but I do recollect sitting on
grandads lap scribbling pictures of horses. Grandad had been a
Calvary Officer in WW1. He spent a lifetime in the saddle and
became my mentor and judge. As a boy I lived in Hastings with
non-horsey parents. I learned off loaned ponies and worked at
riding schools while my friends played football. They came home
covered in mud and I came home horsey.
Our journeys with horses start in different places and end where they do, but the importance is to enjoy. Happy hacker or competitive rider matter not a jot but old age memories of good times are what we seek.