What I’d love on a perfect weekend is a lie in. I don’t often get this because I’m up first thing – 5.30am – to hop on a quad bike and feed the sheep. It has to be me because I live alone and because they like routine, but if I had it my way I’d stay in bed for a long snooze before a big fat breakfast.
Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day, and I’d make it last a really, really long time. I would cook scrambled eggs on toast with bacon, or salmon, or preferably one slice of each – delicious. Then I’d snuggle up by the Rayburn, switch the television on, wrap myself in a thick blanket and munch away. Oh, and coffee. I’d drink lots of coffee.
After this feast – and allowing some time for digestion – I’d go back upstairs, put on my jodhpurs, chaps and boots and head outside for a hack. I’d take Perdy (my miniature black poodle who thinks she’s a collie) with me to the stables to tack up my horse. The countryside around me
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