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There comes a point in every horse person's life when you find yourself standing in the middle of a paddock, wearing track pants, a faded top, mismatched socks and, quite possibly, no bra, and think: "Yep. This is my Sunday best." The funny thing is, most of us would never dream of leaving the house like this to go shopping, meet friends, or attend a family lunch. Yet somehow, heading to the stables looking like we've lost a bet feels entirely acceptable. In fact, it's almost

Lately I’ve been asking myself a very serious, highly scientific question: Has everyone lost the actual plot? Like, what the actual fuck?! Because honestly… the level of rudeness out there right now makes me wonder if basic manners have gone the way of floppy disks and dial‑up internet — nice ideas from a bygone era. And for reasons unknown to science, horse people seem to have taken this decline in politeness and sprinted with it like their lives depended on it. Whatever Ha