As a child I was pony mad and although I had riding lessons I dreamt of being in a big horse box taking my horse somewhere.I would see them pass on the road and look at the girls sitting up front and wish it was me.
I have had to wait over 50 years but my dream has come true!!
I have just had a wonderful, if very tiring ,4 days riding in Cumbria.Sitting in the horsebox gazing out the window I remembered my young self and had to smile.No way did I think at 67 I would be cantering over the moors on my own horse!!
Ladies,dreams do come true.
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