Tales of a survivor

WITH spring on the horizon and, for many of us, the hunting season winding down, there’s an inevitable round-up of thrills and spills that probably questions the sanity of anyone who sits on a horse. I began the season hoping our horses would stay on the road, legs and backs would hold up, that jumps, bogs and holes will be kind, and ended the season thankful that my head and limbs are still intact. I did fall off our 18.1hh hunter in January but, in his defence, I had been having a quick wee owing to the morning’s sloe gin and had