I would have loved to play the piano. I could play the recorder (not the descant one but the slightly less irritating one).
I did learn to ride. That and owning horses would be one of my proudest achievements. Brought up on a council estate it was not very likely that I would end up as a house owner with land to keep my horses on. I loved every minute of those times. We took our horses to ride on the beach and would have cantered through the surf (a long held ambition) if the horse had not said "no way" " that water is moving"! We took them on a riding holiday in Kent where you stayed in a farmhouse where they fed you three meals a day and the horses stayed in their stables where they were groomed and led out for us to mount and ride away into the nearby forest! When we came back the groom took them away to feed and water and bed down. Luxury!
I bought my first pony, a foal, while I still lived at home on the council estate. I worked in Great Ormond Street childrens' hospital and the pony was kept at diy livery about nine miles from home. I had to get up at silly o-clock, catch a bus to the end of the country lane in Newbury Park, walk the rest, see to my pony's needs, catch the tube to Holburn, do a day's work, reverse the journey at night to check on the pony and make my way home! My boss at work lent me the money to buy the pony and I paid for all its care, gave my mum my keep, paid travel expenses etc all on Ģ12 per week wages! All my friends thought I was stone raving mad (except my horsey friends who understood) and if any boyfriend mentioned selling the horse and buying a car instead he was history
Other holidays, and adventures, followed and each time we moved it was to a property with a bit more land "for the horses". The houses were unimportant. One of them just had one cold tap. No bathroom, no heating. We moved in on January the 1st, Brrrr.