I first met Ginny in 1977 on the day my daughter was to have her first riding lesson. I knew straight away that she was a person with strong feelings, as her first question was regarding my Dalmations diet - 'tinned food containing horse meat no doubt?' - she said in typical Ginny fashion not mincing her words. But it was the way the horses and ponies were bred and treated that upset her, and the way that so often, the once loved outgrown child's riding pony, or the horse that could no longer jump the highest fence was discarded, worst of all through unscrupulous dealers or through markets. 'Would you take your dog to a market?' she would say. She felt strongly that all foals born on the mountain and moorland, sometimes to mares who themselves struggle to survive, deserve a chance, regardless of breed or conformation. Ginny was not afraid to say what she thought and this didn't always go down well with some people. She cared passionately about her own animals and each loss was felt deeply. Her own trecking ponies stayed with her for life. Her commitment led to the monitoring of the nearby mountain herds, and the continuous round of local markets to monitor the treatment of the horses, ponies and foals. Added to this of course she had her own animals to care for, a small trecking centre to run, and she was voluntary manager of the Charity. In those early days there was no money for paid staff - but then Ginny had a way of getting to peoples hearts and many rallied round and followed her cause, offering help where they could. She left a legacy in many ways - not least by the affect she had on the lives of those who were lucky enough to know her.

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