Another of my favourite memories as a child was horse riding at Eight Bells. There was a kind of ecstasy in cantering from the bottom of the paddock back to the top of it. I remember feeding the horses sugar lumps and rubbing their noses and feeling so much affection for them. I still love horses. They are such extraordinary creatures and so gentle.
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Such great memories of our June/July week at Eight Bells every year.
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