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 …
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