Many years ago when I was a teenager, I used to ride a very difficult little gelding called Martel. He was a rearer and seemed to go lame far too often but I loved him despite the 'trouble' he was! Nobody else was interested in him because of his problems but he triggered something in me and I walked or cycled miles as often as I could to see him. It was, I think, down to him that I realised there were other answers than those we were led to believe.............