What Its All About

I had one of those moments the other day.

When you remember what it's all about, and why you bother.

I had been out for an organised evening ride on the western part of the moor near Tavistock, everyone was heading for home, and the time had come for Panda and me to turn around and return, alone, to our trailer.

Perfect Panda, who hadn't been out with other horses for months, was fed up that she had been made to go so slowly, for such a long ride. As we turned,  she leaped into a fast gallop, flying across heather, gorse, ditches, bogs and rocks, the sun sinking slowly behind us, and the colours of the moor gradually mutating from greyish into dark greens, yellows, oranges and deep reds.   I remembered how to go with the flow and not fall off, as we careered as one at 30mph, to the battered old trailer, finally reaching the oasis which is our beautiful home, uniquely located right in the middle of the moor, bathed in moonlight.