AT TWO years old I remember being sat on a little grey pony named Smokey. I haven’t wanted to get off a horse since. My parents took me for weekly lessons at our local riding school. Eventually, they were worn down and we got a loan pony, Milly. She taught me how to ride.
It took a few more years before I convinced my parents to buy me a pony of my own. Aged 10, Barnaby came into