Libbyn1982
Well-Known Member
Thinking about it last night and I can remember it as clear as day. I was only 4 and my Auntie and Uncle were living at the navel base near Portsmouth and there was a big stables there and they let me ride one of the ponies down the road. He was grey and called Tommy and I remember my hat falling over my eyes when I trotted.
Didn't ride again until I was about 6 in wales up the mountain about once a month or so, then I was finally allowed regular lessons when I was 7 and the rest is history...!!!
Didn't ride again until I was about 6 in wales up the mountain about once a month or so, then I was finally allowed regular lessons when I was 7 and the rest is history...!!!