You were riding Buck - I was riding Foxy. “Come on Cheryl” you said with a twinkle in your eye and that broad smile. “Let’s jump the banks”! “Blimey Ann” I squealed. And so we did! Cantered to the first - Foxy banked it. Buck sailed over. Headed towards the second - we both flew over it together - laughing away. That’s what I will always remember Ann - amongst other times in latter years. But at that time we were once again youngsters - carefree - having a great time on our ‘ponies’. I will miss you. X