This is the first sentence of my new novel -
It was just another gymkhana. There was clear round jumping the main arena and fornication in the horse boxes parked up in military rows in the big front field at Kinelvin.
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You have just evoked a lifetime of horsey memories in those three words! It doesn't do to be a gymkhana judge though - I escaped just before there was a contract on me!!! I used to show my friends part-bred Arabs every weekend, sometimes three shows in 2 days, and we all knew who was having an alliance, shall we say, with whom . . .
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