equestrian course was a must. But even before the riding
master took charge of me, my pretty tutors who insisted
on me escorting them did a pretty good job on me. Riding
cross country and on river banks with the wiry eucalyptus
branches slapping you viciously in the face and elsewhere.
And then of course, commanding the parade on horse back
was mere chicken feed.
a few of the companions in the Officers' Mess with me. The
one to my left was gracious to call me a friend - which
status, I am privileged to enjoy to this day. The one in
the centre left the police to join the Income Tax service.
Only one in this picture is heading a State - the most contentious
and volatile in the country right now, and doing a bloody
good job of it. No prizes from me for recognizing the rest!