Lucy Eddis’ horsey teen blog: horror train rides and the ‘Big Day’

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I am writing this on the train as I make my way from Edinburgh, where I have just completed my first three weeks of university, to home, to start the very exciting preparation for Horse Of The Year Show (HOYS).

I had what was perhaps, in hindsight, overly high expectations of this journey. Earlier this year I confided in my 25-year-old cousin Rory, who likes to be known as The Raunchy Baron (although possibly not in the workplace) and also went to Edinburgh, with regards to my fears of excruciatingly long train journeys between home and Edinburgh. He quickly reassured me with a description of how his train journeys supposedly used to manifest themselves: the epitome of calm and luxury, in a swanky Virgin train, with endless cups of coffee, croissants, and newspapers.