For years i've loved the idea of horse riding, I love the history, the sense of symbiosis with another creature and I love horses. Through, studying art at university, and then many years as a brand consultant in London I never really got the chance to be near horses. Living in London, and before that the Medway towns I was somewhat dis-connected from nature, and for years lived in cities as millions of other people, enjoying what they had to offer.
Then we moved to Pembrokeshire.
It was sudden, fun and most of an adventure. Michael (who wants nothing to do with horses), and I moved with our two greyhounds to a wonderful home in the Preselli Mountains. We lived there for nearly 2 years, learning to live in a 'remote' (compared to London) area.
We started a small company called Pembrokeshire Tea, which has been a lot of fun, and then we moved to a wonderful 800 year old WaterMill at Nant y Coy.
One of our friends, and business partners, has a horse, the lovely Kate. I read on Facebook for over a year of her trials, achievements (not noticed a falling off though) as she got back into horse riding and thought, sod it, i'll do it.
Suddenly a whole sub-culture of horse-people opened up, Emma, Paula, Allana, Adrian, and many other friends suddenly told me they kept horses, even my PA, Llinos keeps them. With a good chat with Emma, she steered me towards a highly respected local school called Bowlings Riding School, booked a lesson for me and away I went.
I used to view horses as a sort of friendly companion who is somewhere between a dog, boyfriend and bicycle. Now after 5 weeks of lessons I'm starting to change my mind.
I'll do a quick re-cap of my lessons past, and blog about lessons as I go in future posts here, and also talk about what else I get up to on here too. Watch this space.
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