When I was a wee girl there was a shop that my dad and I used to walk past called ‘Christie's'. We’d always stop to look at all the fancy stuff in the window – it was an old fashioned, grown up sort of tailor shop that sold country and horsey gear. The one thing that caught my eye was a black velvet riding hat with a purple silk lining. I remember the velvet was blacker and deeper than I'd ever seen – it was a luxury item!
At that time my mum would give me 16p every morning for the bus fare to and from school but most days I would walk the 40 minute journey and pocket the fare to save up for that hat. It took almost a year to save enough money for the day I took my dad into Christie's for my special purchase.
I remember wearing my new riding hat home, and then to bed that night to help me dream about one day owning a horse.