Bad B-movies are a hobby. Every now and then you find something unique that has the potential to be bad. Not in a “I can’t watch this” rolling-eyes way, but in a “this is so bad I can’t stop watching” way. It’s got kitch, it’s got style, it’s got over-acting and Really Bad Writing. A […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I went to my first HorseMasters’ clinic on May 24th. It was a clinic designed to teach horses and riders about schooling over fences, from using ground poles to start a horse over fences to more advanced jumps and gymkhana. It was the exact level that Isis and I could have used. I missed my […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This poem was written in 1994 at a point when I was going through a traumatic time: financial difficulties, 8 funerals in 18 months (including my Dad), and then the worst of all… Losing my horse. I felt your breath soft on my neck myriad memories tickling my mind like whiskers falling from clippers Luminous […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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