“Georgie! Over here!” Lily was hard to miss. She was going berserk and trying to start the crowd in a Mexican wave whilst doing wolf whistles. Dr Parker was waving at her and beaming with pride. He had taken his spectacles off to wipe his eyes and looked quite emotional as she cantered by. It was a bittersweet moment. Georgie and Tyro had done it together. But the last time she had spoken with her father, he had been adamant–there wasn’t enough money to take her pony to Blainford. On the drive home from Birmingham she had given it one more try, begging her dad to find a wayto afford Tyro’s boarding costs. “Georgie,” Dr Parker sighed, “I wish I could. Believe me, I have really tried. Over the past week I’ve been through the finances, including our savings. Your mum left enough in a trust to cover the cost of your fees. And I can afford the airfares and your uniforms. But I’m afraid it’s simply too expensive for you to take Tyro.” Dr Parker paused and then he said in a gentle voice, “I’ve spoken to the bursar at Blainford and she says they have a school horse available if you want it.
