This one is hard
Ooft. This one is going to be hard. Next in my story is Elvis, my little arab that I bought as a low maintenance, pre-trained, middle aged horse, that I could have as a side hobby, while I lived the rest of my life studying, partying, working and being a social 19yo.
And then there was Ellie May
Straight after year 12 exams I flew down to Sydney and was picked up from the airport on the way to Inglis thoroughbred sales, thoroughbred in the float and ready to be sold!
The start of it all.
My sister and I were horse mad from a young age, cantering on-foot around the backyard, making jumps and pretty much “hobby-horsing”, before it was a thing. We went to a riding school weekly, got our pony club certificates and convinced our parents that we could definitely have our own.