Author: bethsimons
A self-confessed country bumpkin and lover of all things equine, I have suddenly found myself doing what I swore I never would: attempting to navigate living in the smoke.
Before I met Rhys, my annual journeys to London were made under duress and exclusively to compete at Olympia horse show. So as I try to juggle life with my very country hobbies, I fear this sheep could become very lost indeed!
I gave myself a reality check
What we really think about the post-class status update.
Luck for Lolly and less luck for Prince
Broken bone prevents play. And blogging.
More blundering on my part.
Narberth to Notting Hill: Back to London
On worrying that I am losing my mind.
Home-time
Another blunder: I forgot to turn up
14 confusing horsey phrases explained.
I need to talk about turning into my mother. It’s frightening.
I made it into the ring. It was as nervewracking as ever.
We need to talk about my superior levels of clumsiness.
We need to talk about spring. Because spring means showtime and it’s making me nervous.
