SONS are fickle creatures, only tolerating the mothers they once adored for their laundry services when they become teenagers.
So, when my son Alex showed an interest in riding, I nurtured it with the coolest boy-centric riding adventures I could find. Thundering rides on Dartmoor, mounted archery, Badminton… he's done the lot, with the happy result that I now have my very own partner in grime.
Alex does not have his own pony, but when he returned from a torrentially wet New Year's Eve cross-country schooling lesson soaked to his pants but completely buzzing, it struck me that he might be ready to go hunting.
At halt-term the plan was hatched. Andrea O'Regan of ACES hunter hirelings has looked after me well
