The horse was young and inexperienced, giving each fence at least a foot, because he hadn’t yet learnt to tuck his legs under him. Boyson brought him back to earth. “Oh my God,” he said, and bolted out of the caravan, through a crowd of reporters, and into the lavatory, where he brought up his breakfast. “I couldn’t possibly sleep.
And that groom’s his sister-in-law, Fenella Maxwell. With a gurgle of contentment he fell asleep immediately, obviously not missing Nanny. He was terrified of no longer being his own boss. It’s wretched.
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