HORSE AND RIDER
INTERVIEW AND PHOTOGRAPHY: AMY WHITE MEDIA
THE PERFECT HUSBAND LED ME TO THE PERFECT HORSE
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rom our first date, I always knew that I was going to marry Carlo. On our first date, we went to watch the races at Greyville. He took me because he knew I'd never watched them before. Thereafter, we went to a lovely Italian restaurant, and by the end of the evening, I knew he had my heart. That feeling only grew stronger as time passed, and he not only put up with, but also supported my love for horses and this sport. My previous mare became very ill, and no matter
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what time of day, he drove me up to visit her in the hospital (at that point, I lived down in Amanzimtoti, so we would usually only get up to Summerveld after 7pm for visits, and Carlo never complained once). After I lost her to cancer, I swore off riding. I felt defeated and broken, knowing there was nothing more we could have done for her. Needless to say, three months into this I was not a pleasant person to be around. Carlo put his foot down and insisted I start looking for a lease.
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