As a lifelong rider, I didn’t think I’d have any hesitation about trying out driving.

I’d been a passenger on a carriage ride in Varadero, Cuba, and I’d taken the odd sleigh ride at Christmas markets, but as I climbed aboard a two-seater cart pulled by a little Welsh pony, I felt strangely unsettled.

“You look nervous,” Jane Southgate joked as I gripped the bar attached to the seat and we set off at a walk down the driveway of her farm in Glen Morris, Ontario. I took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to look more relaxed, trying to figure out why I felt so tense to be behind a horse, but I was entirely comfortable being astride one.

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