Riding up the garden

Here is my dearest mother (75), riding my dearest horse, Carla, up the garden to our house (the Sipoz Haz).  Mum has been riding since the age of two, from when she first grew up in Hungary. She has an incredible “seat” as one says in the horsey world, and she said “I am happiest when sitting on a horse”

I actually bought Carla from Mum, when I was searching for a kind reliable horse and not some wild thing (it is a dodgy a job to find a good horse as it is to buy a second hand car) so in the end,  having passed up various options, Mum suggest she would  just give me Carla, but I objected “no Mum I will buy her from you – for a profit” by golly that horse was here in no time.