When I was younger I thought the bigger the horse, the higher the jump, the faster the pace, was better, every time. There’s a lot to be said about learning as a child: you have few inhibitions about throwing yourself into something with gay abandon, your fear levels are pretty low and, in general, you… Read more

This week found me jumping for joy, literally and figuratively. My sense of excitement and anticipation increases each week and begins with my journey through the West Sussex countryside to the horse riding school in Lavant, north of Chichester. I’ve built quite the rapport with the Popcorn the pretty palomino, so my coach decided he’d… Read more