Rode a new horse at the livery yard today: Dexter. A twenty-year-old hunter, he’s a sharp and venerable old man.
Growing up involves the acknowledgment and acceptance of three painful truths: 1. Father Christmas doesn’t exist; 2. The Tooth Fairy is a myth; 3. There’s no such thing as a British train that departs and arrives on time. #90minutesandcounting 😡
