Last time he’d seen her, a year ago, she’d been a little girl. “OK, Fen,” he shouted in a shrill Birmingham accent, ‘put it up,” and, cantering towards the upright, cleared 5ft 3ins without any trouble. Somehow, Jake managed to steer it into the slow lane and, despite frenzied screeching of tyres from all sides, avoided a crash. “Oh, get him one,” Fen told Sarah.
”“What?” said Helen. By some miracle of timing and balance, he too went clear, and Snakepit galloped out of the ring, giving two colossal bucks and nearly trampling a crowd of photographers under foot. ”He grinned across at Fen, who was biting her nails in the riders’ stand, and mopped his brow. “Too risky.
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