Just Because My Horse Is Little … Don’t Jump to Conclusions!
Pandemonium broke out again. The judge sent for a measuring stick. You could have heard a pin drop as he measured her. “14.3hh” he shouted.
Pandemonium broke out again. The judge sent for a measuring stick. You could have heard a pin drop as he measured her. “14.3hh” he shouted.
… we crossed the road into a council housing estate. Still running, sweating and out of breath we kept going through the streets and then we stopped dead and we said in unison, ‘oh shit’.
We would ride them bareback to the forge – riding one horse, leading two or three. I was always told that my riding looked like a monkey playing the piano.
She grabbed hold of my pony’s bridle and started running flat out. Eventually Peter the pony finally deigned to canter, with no input from me, I should add.
I leaped in screaming her name to try and save her. I discovered the bed of the rean was like black quicksand, and her legs were stuck. It was sucking her in.