Your Majesty…

My father started up a Riding for the Disabled group in Normandy, in partnership with a nearby riding school.

I used to go along and help whenever I was around.

The first time I turned up, I found, rather to my surprise, all the disabled kids lined up outside with their ponies. I glanced at my father who said: they’re waiting for you to introduce yourself. So I went down the line, like the Queen, shaking hands and taking care to speak slowly and clearly….

It turned out the kids hadn’t yet arrived: these were the helpers.