Horsing about in the Midlands
Mar 16, 2020
3 minutes
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Until recently, wild horses couldn’t have dragged me to mount a horse. Majestic though they are, horses scare me stiff. Their size, and hooves that can kick you into next week, are some of the reasons I steer clear of them.
However, equestrian friends of mine insist that riding’s an exhilarating experience. ‘You’ve no idea what you’re missing!’ And so, FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) trumping FOFO (Fear of Falling Off), I race off to the KZN Midlands
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