
Like many horse-mad children, I begged my parents for a pony every Christmas, every birthday, and probably every Tuesday too. My big sister and I even put a pony on our list for Father Christmas one year – more in hope than expectation.
But then, in a Christmas miracle straight out of a pony-mad fairytale, Santa actually delivered. There, on Christmas morning, stood Crystabel: a fiery little grey who trotted straight into our hearts (and into the garden). She was sassy, spirited, and everything we’d ever dreamed of. From that moment on, horses became my life.
I did have a break in my late 20s when my floristry business was in full bloom and time with horses was harder to come by. Life then swept me up into marriage and motherhood, and my focus turned to my two lovely daughters.

