Traumatized and dispassionate about horses in general Rob Ryan returns triumphant to the saddle in Killarney spurred on by his wife and daughters.
And so I found myself standing in the stirrups, mud flying around me, ducking as we powered through a thicket of oaks, a strange noise in my ears. That was me, whooping.
As a bonus Rob also lists where they stayed and the best places in Killarney for riding lessons and excursions.
