The one constant amid the chaos wreaked on the Pony Club summer programme is the hawk-eyed Pony Club mum, says Tessa Waugh, as she doffs her hat to the admirable district commissioner
Usually at this time of year, we would be getting ready for Pony Club camp. My feelings about this annual jamboree haven’t changed since childhood. The thought of it is horrendous, the camp itself is quite fun and everything is worthwhile for the elation you feel when it’s over for another year.
Instead of camp, our branch of the Pony Club, the North Northumberland, is cranking up its summer programme with a series of flatwork lessons.