Hannah Green
“I describe the fatigue as being like a phone with a dodgy battery that will never charge beyond 10%. Every cell was exhausted and I was at rock bottom”
At CERTAIN TIMES of the year, wild flowers carpet the valleys that stretch out for endless miles beneath the peaks of the Snowy Mountains in Australia’s New South Wales. Trees cloak the softly folding hills. Rivers calmly wend their way over the plains. The cloudless, azure sky melds with the blue hills in the far distance, the line where one ends and the other begins indistinguishable.
Hannah Green found herself on top of one of the peaks, having ridden there aboard a fleabitten grey called Pepper. But the view that stretched out before her from between those grey ears spotted with brown was far from crystal clear as she was seeing it through tears. Tears with multiple meanings. Tears of happiness, for she had just beaten a severe illness and this riding holiday was confirmation of her recovery. Tears of sadness, for that condition had robbed her of her partner,
