Why not try a blog! said my magazine, so I thought, why not? If I'd any sense I would have remembered that the same magazine asked Why not try abseiling, a holiday in Tibet, keeping a yak as a pet - all right, the last suggestion was a lie, but abseiling & Tibet were not. So, here goes - I live in the north of England, am a professional writer, rode for 17 years, & foolishly bled into my right brain stem some time ago. I survived more or less intact but my balance is still not right. I have two styles of walking - one, very upright and regal, like a duchess who's been too often to the gin bottle, and two, like a deranged Balinese dancer. A friend pointed out that the gestures used by Balinese dancers actually mean something - heaven alone knows what I have said.
