Yesterday, my sister Susan and I took the winding road along Lake Geneva, through Mies, Versoix and then up through the suburbs, past Cornevin train station, through the still Sunday streets, past Pleinpalais, to the stable where she keeps her lovely horse. Evordes, the cathedral to horses, as Susan calls it.
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| Sue and Festivale |
We spent a happy few hours just mucking around with Festivale, her gorgeous, shiny, black Hanoverian - She rode out on the country roads with me tagging loyally along at her side, then she went into the deserted indoor riding arena, with its soft footing and I was lucky enough to be able to sit on Festivale for a round.
Then slowly through the little villages wending our way home - Barconnex and a bunch of small places on the border with France to her home on Rue des Vignes - there to be greeted by Jane and Andrew and Sunny who wove in and out wiggling in delight.
The Filipiuk/Hainsworths came to us in Divonne for dinner last night and we laughed and talked and ate. Amazing the paths that have brought us all here.
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