BY DONNA RACHEL EDMUNDS I felt a flutter of nerves as I hopped off the mounting block and swung my leg over bright bay quarters. 16’2” is a long way up, especially above the cobbles of a country house stable yard, and it had been a good decade since I’d last gathered up reins, tightened a girth, and given a squeeze to set off. But … Continue reading Grooming Gang Survivors Need the Healing Power of the Countryside