Most of us have “a type.”  Some go goo-goo over the 1940s Hollywood glamour of George Clooney. Others for the aristocratic English looks of Benedict Cumberbatch.

Me? I love draft horses. The bigger, the better. I can’t explain it, I guess I, too, have “a type.”

I found “the one” later in life, buying my first and only horse at 37, about a year after I began jumping. My leading man is Rocky (show name Plymouth Rock, but lately I’ve been thinking “Fifty Shades of Bay” would suit him well, because he is my kind of porn).