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March 15th. "Country living" is a little different in England

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My cousin Sarah loves horses.  She rides and jumps and fox hunts. She has a horse and donkey at the house (neither is trained for riding yet), but her riding horse lives at a nearby stable. Bonnie is in her late teens/early twenties and has a great attitude.  With Melissa having taken riding lessens recently at home, she couldn't pass up a chance to add another continent to her list of places she has ridden.   Cousin Sarah and Auntie Mon underestimated Melissa's long legs and had to let the stirrups out quite a bit. Sarah showing us how it is done. I actually learned to ride on an English saddle, but even with my experience... I still prefer the comfort of a Western saddle. This old pony just wanders the stable yard, he doesn't have a specific home stall. He wanders between stalls and buddies up with whomever has the tastiest food. After riding we went back to the house for the afternoon. Melissa and I decided to walk to the end of...

March 14th On our way to Croughton Village, 70 minutes via the M40 or 8 hours via Auntie Mon.

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This day out took us through some beautiful country and villages.   We spent a few hours at Windsor Castle. The chapel on the grounds. Tours are provided by the Military Knights of Windsor (the Poor Knights), they are also buried around the outside of the chapel.  They spend their days wandering the grounds of their future graves. This little green Peugout popped out of a tiny garage built into the mound. I thought it was a pretty odd parking spot so I introduced myself to the driver and asked why she got to park there.  She is the Governor's wife, his position is caretaker of the Castle and commander of the Military Knights of Windsor. This is the Governor's door.  The Queen arrived while we were touring the castle, and the only way we knew was that they put up The Royal Standard (her flag) while we were inside. At Windsor there were very few tourists around so we got a nice picture with this fine soldier.  I w...