My name’s Amelia Jones, and i am known as 'The Horse Whisperer', from
as young as five, I can remember having a love for horses.
My parents owned highly reputable stables and I spent a lot of my youth around horses. My
father and mother were very hands-on when it came to running the business, and I was always
desperate to help out.
Growing up, whenever I wasn’t at school or sleeping, I was outside with the horses. To
me, there were no creatures more beautiful on the planet.
By my early twenties I was on my way to becoming one of the best trainers in the country.
I could work with my horses in a way that nobody else could; I understood their behaviours
and body language. I recognised every mood and emotion in an instant and I could almost away
predict how they’d behave in a race.
It wasn’t long before I was nicknamed The Horse Whisper.
My friends and family would often come to me for betting advice. Even I, who had no real
interesting in money or gambling at the time, would place the odd bet now and again, and
then treat myself to a little shopping spree with the profits.
What girl doesn’t like new clothes and shoes?
But then one day, my whole world came crashing down around me when I fell from my horse
while out riding in the woods.
I’d fallen at a twisted angle and, upon contact with the ground, I’d seriously
injured my leg, hip and lower back. I was left partially disabled.
Since that unfortunate day I’ve been unable to work with horses.
I can still get around the house okay and see my friends and family, but training horses is
too much of a physical job and so I had to give it up.
I was devastated… But I still had to make a living somehow.