Standing on top of the carved outline of the Uffington white horse, I vowed that one day I would ride around all of Britain's white horses with my black Fell ponies. All that has happened since then further fuelled my dream.
Finally, on 18th June 2016 I set off from Scotland's only white horse hill figure at Mormond, way north near Fraserburgh, to explore Britain's horse history on horseback. The white horses of Wiltshire, Dorset, Yorkshire, Hampshire, Sussex and Kent which I had marked on my maps all those years ago provided a framework for my ride, with some of Britain's other most enigmatic horse landmarks providing extra focal points: the Kelpies near Falkirk, the giant Clydedsdale which greets visitors to Glasgow and Sultan the pit pony landart sculpture in south Wales. In total, I reckoned it would be roughly 1500 miles, the furthest I had ever ridden, my ponies and I carrying all we needed with us rather than having a support vehicle trailing behind.
What a journey it proved to be. From the craggy Cairngorms to the rolling chalk downs, the emotional ups and downs were as testing as any mountain. But no matter how tough at times, I realise how privileged I am to have spent three and a half months travelling with my ponies through Britain, folowing my dreams.
Far too many of my friends haven't been so lucky because their lives have been turned upside down by cancer. Some are alive today only thanks to breakthroughs in research. Others, not so lucky, never got chance to realise their ambitions. That's why I'm fundraising for cancer charities. I know that wth your help, we can make a real difference to peoples' lives.
You can read more about our journey on facebook or on this website.