honetpot
Well-Known Member
I was that child that my parents could not afford to buy me a pony, or even pay for lessons, I blagged rides and I will be eternally grateful to the low end dealer who let me ride and do things I shouldn't on a variety of ponies, in the company of equally horse mad girls, for a plate of oven roasted chips and white bread and jam sandwiches.
I was lucky both my daughters rode, they liked their ponies, we enjoyed riding together, but they were never so competative that we were going to drive all over the county and spend huge amounts of money. I did all the things that I didn't do as a child, PC , hunting and small shows,and some bigger ones through them, and when they finally decided to be teenagers and do other things, I have missed their company, but that is part of growing up. I still have the ponies my daughters backed as children and competed, no it was not wasted time, and I would rather have done that than stand at the side of a football pitch any day.
I was lucky both my daughters rode, they liked their ponies, we enjoyed riding together, but they were never so competative that we were going to drive all over the county and spend huge amounts of money. I did all the things that I didn't do as a child, PC , hunting and small shows,and some bigger ones through them, and when they finally decided to be teenagers and do other things, I have missed their company, but that is part of growing up. I still have the ponies my daughters backed as children and competed, no it was not wasted time, and I would rather have done that than stand at the side of a football pitch any day.