Honestly, I didn’t mean to. I had no intention of buying a young horse. Having come to horse ownership in middle age, I was happy with my 18 year old mare, Floss. But, when my riding buddy Helen asked me to go with her on a six hour return journey to look at a yearling she was vaguely thinking of buying, I didn’t hesitate. Helen and I had spent many hours out riding our mares, both in their late teens (unlike us) and both with some issues (possibly like us), talking about what sort of horse would appeal to us when our mares really were too old.