I live on a farm in Dorset. The nearest neighbour is a quarter of a mile away. It's really quiet, with an amazing view – can't see a pylon, can't see a road. Blockbuster's an event in our house, when the little blue envelope comes in.
We have 14 horses. It's a nebulous world, in television and acting, it's all made up. So to sit on a tangible horse and worry about your tangible arse falling off is a good release. I've come off, but Chester and I have an understanding. I don't ask much of him and he lets me stay on.
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