I found a small mirror in my compass case.
I flicked open the lid and a stranger peered back at me. Thick grey strands had taken root in my fringe. I had wide, white horizontal lines between my eyes and above my nose where I’d creased my face in worry and the sun hadn’t reached inside the folds. With my dirty t-shirt, cracked lips, and damaged skin and hair, I looked quite a picture. I looked down at my short nails: they were dirty and chipped. My fingers were smudged with ‘Neddy-dirt’ where I’d recently scratched his itchy-spot.
Jackie says: If you’re wondering who Neddy-boy is, he’s one of five Standardbred horses we adopted. We all trekked along part of the Bicentennial National Trail – just seven of us, unaided for several months. The ‘picture’ of me doesn’t incorporate the varied and colourful injuries, nor Noel’s bird’s-nest beard! For more on our travels: www.noelandjackiesjourneys.com
And photos of our wonderful horses on the trail: http://goo.gl/1QgMp2