Oooh S..T (not every ladylike, I know) I said to myself, and hopefully not that loudly, as I realised that I have left my mobile phone in the training room on the other side of London. I am now panicking as I am due to meet an old friend in Bank tube station and I have no way of contacting her. Miraculously after trying several different exits, I find her. Over a much needed glass of wine we talk about how reliant we are on the technology and reminisce about the days when we could memorise 20 phone numbers! Being…..
The other day I was trying out working with a new horse in preparation for a workshop that is coming up. The horse and I were just beginning our conversation; for about 5 minutes or so she pretty much ignored me in a rather polite and gracious way. We sort of connected every so often but then she would get distracted and she even turned her bottom toward me (which in horse language can be taken as quite a sign of disrespect!)Her owner who knew the sort of work that I did and the results that I often get, asked…..