Mail Online: "‘Hold on now, don’t fall in,’ shouts my guide in a heavy West Indian drawl as I race ahead, my legs clinging tightly to the horse’s back and my hands gripping the reins for dear life.
As I hear the rumble of the sea beneath me the moment feels slightly surreal, but I really am riding horseback through the sea in the beautiful waters off the pretty town of Negril on Jamaica's west coast.
I manage to relax and my body tingles with excitement as I take in the warm sea spray on my face and the feeling of weightlessness that comes with swimming with my own Black Beauty."
As I hear the rumble of the sea beneath me the moment feels slightly surreal, but I really am riding horseback through the sea in the beautiful waters off the pretty town of Negril on Jamaica's west coast.
I manage to relax and my body tingles with excitement as I take in the warm sea spray on my face and the feeling of weightlessness that comes with swimming with my own Black Beauty."