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aturday morning meant one thing – my weekly riding lesson at Hurst Farm Stables! Last week, I’d ridden Copper, a beautiful chestnut pony who was my firm favourite. I’d hoped I’d be riding him again this week, but we didn’t get to choose the pony we rode.
Racing up to the board to see the riding list, my friend, Amelie, announced, “You’re riding Sprite.” My heart sank.