3 days, 30 plus horses, 6 hours worth of lessons, and a bit of mucking about in the stables had me so totally sold. I'm lovin' it. Even if it meant having to deal with an achey body and walking funny for a bit!

Remember Mr Toad of Wind in the Willows? When the poor obnoxious chap was made to go through cold turkey after his disasterous motor car encounter, eyes glazed over and whispering "poop poop" in a faraway voice in an imaginary driver's seat... That pretty much illustrates my post-camp sentiment. Gotta stop obssessing thinking about the horses...

Mmmffff...