I HAVE always thought that I have been very lucky, especially with horses.
My father was deaf and blind, and my mother blind in one eye, so they met in what was the Royal Blind Asylum, where they both worked. They were denied permission to marry but they did, and my sister came along not long afterwards, then me. So I'm lucky to be here at all.
They weren't horsey so the first horse I sat on was a Clydesdale on my grandmother's farm. I got involved with the Redford Barracks, and one day, when I was 11 or 12,
