THIS time last year, my naughty yearling made a dash for it and tried to jump back into the field she had just jumped out of. Her hopes of a double clear were dashed as her hoof got caught in the fence, she clattered to the ground and with her high velocity wriggling she managed to get her whole leg well and truly stuck.

If it hadn’t been for my trusty lucky pen knife she may not have got out so quickly and quite so unscathed, I’ve never been without one in my pocket since.

Having recently lost said ‘lucky’ penknife, this Christmas I’ve asked my husband for a new one. I’ve left the Yves Saint Laurent advert draped over the living room table and hopefully the subliminal message has gone in; silver multi-tool please. Sure you make your own luck don’t you?