Backtoblack
Well-Known Member
Nothing changes this reminds me of my days on livery yards many years ago. Thankfully I have my own place now. I have never got over having a leather headcollar stolen off my pony when I was 12. It was a girl at the yard who used to hang around helping,she brazenly turned up after the theft. Everyone knew it was Sharon who was the thief but I never did get it back. I remember her name though.