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- Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
At Sunshine Stables, dreams become adventures! Young pony fans will love this fantastic pony club series from Olivia Tuffin. Poppy can't wait to start pony club and ride beautiful Silver Shadow. But on her first day she's paired with kind but lumpy Henry. She's determined to find a way back to her dream pony, though it seems that Henry has other ideas. . . Packed with adventure and full of heart, Olivia's huge knowledge and passion for ponies shines on every page. Beautifully illustrated throughout by Jo Goodberry, this is a perfect pony story for readers aged 7+. Don't miss the other Sunshine Stables stories! Sophie and the Spooky Pony Gracie and the Grumpy Pony
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Totally unbalanced and unable to stop herself, Poppy did a complete somersault over Henry’s neck in awful slow motion. As the rest of the class broke into giggles, she found herself sitting on the sand with Henry gazing down at her, tickling her cheek with his bristly whiskers.
FOR MY BROTHER AND MY SISTERS AND ALL OF THE OTHER NHS HEROES.
CHAPTER 1
Poppy smoothed down the soft green tweed of the hacking jacket, admiring her reflection in the dusty tack-shop mirror. She liked the way the tweed complemented her hair and eyes. It was perfect!
“Mum, look at this!” Poppy called. Her mum was studying a list, ticking off the things they needed to get for pony camp. There were still a couple of weeks to go, but Poppy couldn’t wait to get everything organised!
“Oh, that’s nice.” Mandy, the owner of the shop, appeared beside Poppy. Poppy knew Mandy 2well. She liked to go to the shop each week just to look at all the saddles, the brightly coloured rugs, different sorts of bits … and to breathe in that special tack-shop smell! Mandy was funny and chatty, and sometimes if the shop was quiet she let Poppy practise putting bridles together and would make her a hot chocolate.
“But that jacket is really for high-level competitions,” Mandy continued. “I’m not sure you’ll need it at Vale Farm.”
“Yes, that’s lovely.” Poppy’s mum joined them and stroked the jacket before picking up the price tag. Poppy saw a frown flit across her mum’s face and her stomach dropped. She knew that look. “But I think Mandy’s right, it’s probably a bit much for pony camp.”
Poppy nodded.
“OK,” she said in a small voice. She would have to put the jacket on her wish list, something 3to save up for and wear at her first high-level competition with Silver Shadow!
“Ooh, look what I’ve found!” Mandy said cheerily, placing a pile of brightly coloured clothes on the counter.
Poppy tried to look enthusiastic as her mum rifled through the garments, a relieved expression on her face, and Poppy noticed the sale stickers. There were garish bright-pink jodhpurs with funny squiggles down the side, and a purple jumper covered in glittery sequinned horseshoes. She was grateful her mum was kitting her out for camp as she knew how expensive riding clothes were, but as her 4mum held the pink pair of jodhs up against her with an approving nod, she felt her heart sink. She’d hoped for canary-yellow breeches, butter-soft leather boots and tan gloves, just as in her books.
“We’ll take these!” Poppy’s mum said happily. “Thanks, Mandy.”
“Lovely!” said Mandy, ringing the pink jodhs through the till. “They’ll be just fine for camp. I know there’s always lots of fun and games going on, and the beach ride too. You wouldn’t want to be wearing a posh jacket.” She looked kindly at Poppy.
Poppy tried to swallow her disappointment, and smiled instead, pushing a few strands of her blonde hair behind her ear.
“They’re brilliant. Thank you.”
“Do you know Elaine Sanderson who owns Vale Farm?” Poppy’s mum asked Mandy. 5
“Lainey?” Mandy replied. “She was only ever called Elaine when she was eventing. Yes, I do. She’s ever so nice! Did you know she jumped round the Badminton three-day event? You’re going to have a brilliant time, Poppy – her camps are very popular. It was a great idea of hers, opening up the stables.”
Poppy started to feel a little better. She’d been looking forward to camp at the local riding school for months – she couldn’t let the wrong jodhpurs spoil it now.
As her mum continued to chat to Mandy, another girl came into the tack shop. She was taller than Poppy, with a swishy ponytail that she flicked over one shoulder. Her mum held a list too. To Poppy’s growing dismay, the girl headed straight for the jacket – her jacket – and slipped it on over her T-shirt, doing a twirl in front of the mirror. 6
“Lovely,” said her mum. “Pop it in the basket.”
As the girl and her mum came near the till, adding in some scarlet hair ribbons and a gorgeous gold tie, Poppy grabbed the bright-pink jodhpurs and threw them into a carrier bag, hoping the girl hadn’t noticed. She wasn’t quick enough with the purple jumper though. The girl laid the beautiful tweed jacket out on the counter, giving it a little stroke, before picking up the awful jumper between her thumb and forefinger as if she couldn’t bear to touch it.
“Here,” she said, her nose wrinkling, “you forgot this.”
“Thanks,” Poppy muttered, stuffing the jumper into the now bulging bag. She wanted to say something about how she loved the jacket too, but instead she put her head down and scurried after her mum.
In the car on the way home Poppy pulled her 7battered copy of The Manual of Horsemanship from her bag, a present from her gran a couple of Christmases ago. Poppy read it every single day and even took it to school so she could study it during break times.
She turned to her favourite page, which showed a girl riding the most beautiful grey pony, so similar to Silver Shadow. The girl was wearing a tweed jacket just like the one in the shop and cream jodhpurs, with a navy riding hat and beautifully polished boots. Not a squiggle or glittery horseshoe in sight. Poppy never imagined pink jodhpurs when she dreamed about her grey pony. When she was riding Silver Shadow, everything had to be perfect, just like the girl in the picture.
