Because I’m reckless, stupid and irresponsible, I normally get landed with the biggest, most obstreperous hunters. But the other weekend the riding school boss, Jane, decided to allocate me a different horse to ride. It was a smallish grey called Potato.
‘What’s he like?’ I asked one of the regulars. ‘Oh he’s lovely!’ she said.
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