My Childhood Memories are Bitter Sweet

I had a list of jobs to do and there was always something that needed doing

Hello and welcome to this week’s episode of Rosy’s Ramblings.

When I was a kid growing up on a 20 acre smallholding in the beautiful Surrey countryside, I was fortunate to have a pony.  I would go off trekking along the beautiful bridle paths with my Dad and brother or with a friend. (Mum had no interest in horses whatsoever).  It was idyllic.

The second …