I’m getting quite excited now, as it’s less than 10 sleeps to my new Welsh cob foal Phoebe arriving.
She’s five months old now, has just left her mum and is growing fast. In fact she now has more muscles than Jodie Marsh.
I thought my horse-owning days were long gone. But as with any real passion in life, sooner or later they will come back and bite you on the backside when you least expect it.
My main problem with living in Southsea is that there isn’t exactly an abundance of stabling. I’m afraid a beach hut simply won’t do!
But where there’s a will there’s a way, so for now I’m biking it to Titchfield every day.
At this rate I’ll be the one with the most muscles (in my legs anyway).