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May 07, 2012


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When we work so hard on a dream, we leave thinking we left behind a legacy. Unfortunately, life is so temporal. The works of men and women don't last as long as we would wish for - and perhaps what is more hurtful, not appreciated.

Some of it is getting older so you actually have a past to look back too. This stuff didn't bother me in my late 20's or 30's. The other part is approaching a time in your life where you want to say, proudly, here is what I have done and accomplished.

You gained too much by being there and all your treasures you are carrying inside. I am sure there are people who took your trail rides and thought it was part of a magical vacation (and perhaps you never realized how deeply you touched their lives).

And your book... ! THAT I think is your real monumment not the land or buildings.


White Horse Pilgrim

I'll take that hug, thank you Becky.

It's a peculiar thing, I was listening to Simon & Garfunkle today: "The leaves that are green turn to brown." Written in their early 20s! Yes, but now at 47 there seems like a good share of green ahead. The body may be creaky but there are still green pastures to walk through.

Yes, on reflection I did touch people through those trail rides. There were just so many people that I hardly noticed them, one after another. But I still had time for them when they were with me. I'd like to think that I opened some eyes and gave some riders a bit more confidence. It was a magical place, and a part of it brought out a part of the best in me.

The one book has come out, and then there is a novel, and after that more writing. It's exciting what is being liberated.

And I've just made another friend whilst out riding. Director of an orchestra, animal lover and writer. That would have not happened in exile. At best there I'd have met some old man with a long memory and a brandy still in the shed.

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