Having been around horses my whole life, I was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms after spending my first few weeks without them on a recent trip to Australia. The horsey bug, if you’re lucky enough to catch it, doesn’t go away with time – it’s rather a terminal diagnosis that leaves you calling out every horse you see in a passing field and still getting that gleeful flutter when you swing your leg over for the thousandth time.
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