in 1995 i went to south dakota there was snow that got sucked into the plane engines as it landed, every one cheered when the plane stopped.
i had come from england,
i had one phone number, of a native american, who didn't even know i was coming.
I knew everything would work out fine, and it did.
I met a lot of people including someone called "paula horne" and have hoped to catch up some time.
so i suppose this is as good as any way.
since 1995 alot has happened, i am now living in an old cottage on exmoor with my girlfriend, it's a bit wild and remote, not everyones cup of tea.and that's why not many people live here. i am still a farrier and i specialise in barefoot horses,
nigel
