“Surely you’re not taking Africa to the show?” said a shrill voice. ”“And Rocky?”“Bloody good, too. “How’s Macaulay?” “Devastated,” sighed Fen. ”“What did it say?” “Oh, some sycophantic rubbish about you being the best rider in England.
You’ve been married to a show-jumper for quite long enough to know that things happen with horses, that it and I want to go. Maxwell standing beside Sally-Ann Thomson’s mother, while Colonel Carter adjusted her deck chair. Fen was slightly unseated and unable to get straight in the saddle to ride Dandelion properly at the gate.
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