Oh No.. I Think She Wants a Horse.

Those were the words that flashed through my head back in 2003 as we flew back from a holiday in Italy. We had only been for a week, to a small hilltop village in Umbria, it was idylic. Joanna had ridden as a child in Cumbria and had done all the Pony Club stuff. Her father seemed to revel in hitching up the trailer to an old MK1 Land Rover and taking her all over the place to various competitions. I had heard the stories many times but knew she haden't ridden since she left home at in her late teens.

I should have heard the alarm bells when she read the small card on the hotel reception desk advertising a one hour pony trecking session.

Images of empty bank accounts, muddy boots and mucking out and horse boxes flooded through my mind. But mainly empty bank accounts....

Two years down the line and we have all the above and horror of horrors I have started enjoying myself on horseback....