Real life | 9 July 2015

Here is what I thought happened. I thought that as I tided my store room at the stables I put my car key in a boot for safe-keeping. I had been reorganising all the tons of horse stuff I have accumulated over the years, from rugs to bridles to brushes, numnahs, girths, lunge reigns, lead reigns, head collars, spray soaps, first-aid kits, boot polish, haynets, travel boots, exercise boots, tendon boots, over-reach boots, stable bandages, tail bandages, rosettes, buckets, scoops, fly masks …you get the picture. I was having a clear-out.

And afterwards, as I prepared to leave the yard, I had a crystal clear memory of looking into one of my walking boots, which had been standing on the side since I took them off to put on my long riding boots, and thinking, ‘Good, there’s my key, where I put it for safe-keeping.’ And picking up the walking boots, I went to the car.