I was pretty much born into it.
My mum and her sister had ponies when they were little and later started their own riding school.
My mum didn't have any horses when I was born but my aunty did so I grew up around them. First sat on a horse at about 18 months (would have been earlier but I was in a plaster cast from the time I was 11 months old until I was about 17 months old due to having dislocated hips)
I can still remember riding one from stables to a field across the road when I was about 3 or 4.
Got my first pony at 6, a rescued Shetland called Sam. Not the easiest pony to learn to ride on because he pinged everywhere.
When I was about 7 or 8, my aunty took in a 30 inch miniature shetland called Fury who was destined for the meat lorry. After he'd been nursed back to health, we used to compete with him just about every weekend during the summer doing Thelwell classes and fancy dress. In 1989, we took part in the horse personalities parade at the Horse of the Year Show at Wembley.
I don't ride any more because I've totally lost my confidence but I'm still closely involved with my friends horses and one day, I'll pluck up the courage to get back on. Until then, I'm happier photographing them.