As summer ebbs away, Tessa Waugh starts getting her hunter back in gear and cherishes the memories of this year’s homespun version of Pony Club camp, complete with sweets, plaiting and exhaustion
I never love this time of year. Farewell to summer, however dodgy the weather has been, is a downer and the back-to-school vibes are double strength this time because the cherubs have been at home for six months. The cure, as usual, for any woes comes in the form of something four-legged. I’ve been taking Jim, big and fat from a summer at grass, on steady strolls around the farm. Starting to get him fit.