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My best friend was a 14.2hh gypsy cob called Ben and we spent ev­ery day to­gether un­til he had an ac­ci­dent and passed away. After that I lost my nerve and didn’t touch a horse for four years. Then, in Jan­uary 2016, I went into work as nor­mal, only to be told the com­pany was clos­ing and I was be­ing made re­dun­dant. I spent a month look­ing for a new job, but I live in a small town where there’s not much avail­able job-wise, and not a lot go­ing on. I be­gan to think back to when I was so happy with Ben, so I started look­ing for a horse. I called the sta­bles near where I used to live and they re­mem­bered me. They said to come and meet an older mare, Ghost, who was a bit chubby, hairy and scruffy after be­ing turned out. She also only had one eye. I fell in love with her in­stantly. Since then we have gone from strength to strength as a part­ner­ship. We’ve been away to horse camps, done beach rides, handy pony com­pe­ti­tions, dres­sage, mounted games, and ev­ery­thing in be­tween. I of­ten ride her bare­back and some­times even bri­dle­less. Hav­ing Ghost has al­lowed me to make so many new friends and I am a dif­fer­ent per­son since own­ing her — I even or­gan­ise lo­cal eques­trian events now. All of this is be­cause my beau­ti­ful Ghost has given me the con­fi­dence to grow and es­tab­lish my­self in my lo­cal com­mu­nity. Rob­byn Wilmot, by email

Ghost has given Rob­byn a new lease of life

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