LIZ MOORE WAS once fearless. She may not have learned to ride until she was in her 20s, but she was soon making up for lost time, tearing around the countryside on nippy and sometimes naughty equines. The rot, however, set in when she purchased a cob who specialised in decanting people. Liz would find herself on the floor most days as he bucked, spun and dropped a shoulder.
“In just a few months my confidence went from sky high to rock bottom and feeling sick whenever I thought of riding him,” says Liz, 50. “I would think of any excuse not to, and I would pray that it would rain so I wouldn't have to go out.”