Before I'd even left Devon I was missing Buddy dreadfully... I had no idea how I was going to cope for 12 weeks! It was the first time I'd been without a horse for over 10 years and the thought of all that extra time on my hands was horrible.
My husband promised me that the first week would be the hardest, much like a diet, and so if I could get through that then the rest would seem easy. So I chanted 'like a diet, like a diet' for the first week whenever I though about Buddy and got a bit teary eyed.
He was right, it did get easier but it was still so tough. I filled my time in the evenings running with the dogs and eating!