At the start of 2010 my husband wanted to do something nice for me for my 40th birthday, so he arranged for me to come face to face with a 2 metre shark.
Some slightly suspicious people might consider this a rather dangerous gift and I have to admit I did have my concerns when I was surrounded by 3 eery deep sea monsters, off the islands of Thailand. However as I survived I held him to the second part of my request and by the end of 2010 I had my own lovely horse.
Over the few years I’ve had RPV Renoir II I’ve been intermittently more scared of him than I ever was of the sharks. We’ve had some wonderful rides (racing off across fields), great fun and games (falling off and breaking my arm), and lovely intimate moments (sheath cleaning anyone?)
We frequently come to some sort of understanding, where I clean him, exercise him, feed him and love him – and he… …tolerates me. My understanding of him and his needs is growing, and his toleration of his human is improving.
However, the next time my husband asks me what I want for my birthday I think I’ll ask for something a little less dangerous – anyone tried base jumping?