Those of you that have known me for any length of time know that I love horses. I began riding at age 10 because I was driving my parents crazy to see, touch, smell, and ride a real horse. I worked at the barn doing whatever odd job needed doing just so I could be around horses more hours during the week.
We’ve left our 21 year old pony, Shira, back in the states with some dear friends to look after her. I was there when Shira was born, her mother was my first horse, and I have never been apart from her this long before.
I’ve lasted about 5 months here in England without any contact with any equines. This is probably the longest that I have been away from curry combs, hoof picks and manure since I was 9 years old.
My sweet husband encouraged me to find a local stable where I might put my horse sense to work as a volunteer every fortnight or so. I found Washington Riding Centre, a local boarding, lesson and equine therapy centre. Last week I navigated two bus routes to find the centre and meet for an interview.
Today was my first week working. Needless to say I had a blast. I am looking forward to working with disabled riders and “all the pretty little horses” at Washington Riding Centre.