RUSSIA: The Kremlin & Moscow at Night
October 8th 2020 I was not born a Cossack...nor a Tatar of the Golden Horde...a horseman of the outback nor the Snowy River.
I learnt to ride when I was four...but born to the saddle I was not.
We lived in Castle Hill...in those days a rural outer suburb of Sydney...our father the local doctor.
Led to the stalls with my big sister for our first riding lesson...stable door swinging open...a massive glossy-
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