Both my granddaughters and their dad are keen horse riders. There was a competition taking place during the weekend, not too far away, and the family invited me to come and see them. It was a lovely warm sunny day, so I did. "Don't bring food" I was told, "there will be plenty to share". So I packed my folding camping seat, a sun hat, a cardigan in case it turned cold, and set off to Foxton.
My daughter Nicky met me at the gate, showed me where to go and I parked up by Robert's horse truck ...
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