Dear Mum,
If you could see me now, planning my 83rd marathon, your face would be a picture.
‘But you hated PE at school,’ you’d say.
And you’d be right.
I was more at home on a horse, and becoming an equine vet had been my dream since I was 3.
‘Or a showjumper,’ I’d grin.
You and my dad, Graham, paid for riding lessons, buying us a family horse, Kelly, when I was 12.
When I graduated in veterinary medicine from the University of Cambridge in 1991, you snapped photos of me in my cap and gown.
'I' m so proud,' you smiled.
In time, I became partner at my own equine vet practice, and you were always cheering: me on.
My best friend and inspiration.
After losing loved…