Darcy thought back on his own riding experience and realised that he couldn’t remember a very first lesson. He couldn’t remember a time without horses, they were a permanent feature of his life from the very beginning.
“Perhaps when I was to have more formal lessons, yes. I remember a lot of walking in circles,” he said, thinking about a particular enclosed field and a little ginger pony. “But my father would always have me just jump on with him. He’d be off at a gallop and I would just cling on,” he smiled a little at the memory. He always wanted to go faster, and his mother would be trying not to scream watching them rush past.