
Too Windy to Ride?
BY DEBORAH JANE NICHOLAS The tall birch trees were swaying in synchronised unity. above my head A million leaves being rattled by the wind had a sound not unlike a fast moving river moving over boulders. I admonished myself for having the stupidity to ride my horse through the large copse of trees on such a gusty day. But I had been ambling along oblivious … Continue reading Too Windy to Ride?