I am not much of a horse person. Far from being the kid who immersed themselves in Pony Club, I never learnt to ride and was possibly even allergic to them until the age of about twelve or thirteen–put me around the horsey stuff, and I would break out in hives. I’m not much of a fan of horse racing either, which is probably to the dismay of some members of my extended family, as they’re pretty heavily into it. There have always been suspect […]
Who’s Up for a Day at the Races?
The Fine Cotton Fiasco by Peter Hoysted, Pat Sheil