For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a recurring dream – the commentator calling my name as I ride into the international arena at Hickstead. It’s always the same –I wake up with a jolt, covered in goosebumps. That night a year ago was different, though – because I knew it’d be happening for real the very next day. After working super-hard on my riding and Maisie’s jumping, I’d finally been selected for the Riding Club Team Champs and I was mega-excited.
Excitement overload