tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post1887770162555968231..comments2024-02-27T10:50:27.922+00:00Comments on Books, Mud and Compost. And Horses.: Guest blogger: Jane AyresJane Badgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02628233623713926723noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post-17510504543606157712012-10-12T21:25:11.556+01:002012-10-12T21:25:11.556+01:00Oh, how well I can see myself in Jane Ayres' d...Oh, how well I can see myself in Jane Ayres' description! I lived in a town and was a pony mad girl, devouring every scrap of pony literature I could find, so envious of the country farm girls who rode their smart ponies at gymkhanas. Now as an adult, I have been riding again for the past six years, coming home from lessons on cloud 9, having reached a decent standard of horsemanship. And now, suddenly, I am beginning to lose my nerve, having recently ridden a horse which I thought I knew very well only to find that, without warning, he suddenly bolted with me, bucked like crazy to get rid of me and then came back again as if to trample me. The unpredictability of the whole thing has shaken me. I too am having 'what if ...?' thoughts. I am still clinging desperately to my dream but it could be starting to evaporate ... .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com