Raising a smile
Finding the one
FROM the moment this light bay, hairy cob came bounding over the field, bucking and broncing, I knew he was the one.
I was 19 and on a desperate search for my own horse after always schooling and loaning other people’s. I had a measly budget, and as I travelled throughout Wales looking at endless unsuitable ponies, I got a mysterious call from a woman who’d been told of my search and wanted to meet me, but wouldn’t give out any details for the horse beforehand. I thought she must be wasting my time but I travelled to the small village of Llanddewi Brefi to meet her.
Before I could see the horse, the owner peppered me with questions: my long-term plans, whether I’d be a forever home, where I’d keep him. The moment I saw him, I told her I would pay her the £700, but she needed a night to consider it.
It was the longest night of my life, there was just
