and as usual, although not so much as in the past, it gets me all emotional. Seeing all the top horses and riders, seeing people I used to know doing well, makes me very happy, but there's always a big sense of regret. I'm hoping it's lessening over time. Frankie's 16 now, but I still remember competing like it was last year, when in reality it was 6 years ago. At the time, I lost the enjoyment and I know I couldn't have carried on with school and lack of money and keeping the others at the time, but I do always wonder!
Ode to the Horse
Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle, and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent, there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
England’s past has been borne on his back.
All our history is his industry; we are his heirs, he our inheritance.
The Horse!
Ronald Duncan
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