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Fox misleads on purported "special deals" in health bill

Media Matters for America

- 18 hours and 31 minutes ago

Fox News' Special Report suggested that a "deal" in the health care bill was sought by Sen. Chris Dodd (D-CT) for a proposed hospital in Connecticut and discussed other purported "deals" for Tennessee and Louisiana. In fact, Connecticut would potentially have to compete for funding against other states, and Republicans and Democrats have said that provisions for Tennessee and Louisiana are crucial to fixing an imbalance in Medicaid funding in those states.

Special Report, Sean Hannity make claims of "special deals" in health bill

From the March 19 broadcast of Fox News' Special Report with Bret Baier:

BRIAN WILSON (correspondent): Deals still alive for the moment? Well, Republicans claim that Democrat Bart Gordon changed his vote from "yes" -- from "no" to "yes" after he got $100 million for Tennessee hospitals that treat the poor. Other deals still in play? Yes, the Louisiana Purchase: $300 million in Medicaid money is still alive; Connecticut hospital handout -- $100 million sought by Senator Dodd.

From the March 19 edition of Fox News' Hannity:

HANNITY: Retiring Congressman Bart Gordon is doing a 180 as well. Now he voted "no" in November, but after securing millions of dollars in Medicaid funding for low-income patients in his home state, well, he's now in the "yes" column.

CT not the only state eligible for hospital funding; also sought by GOP Gov. Rell

Connecticut would reportedly have to compete for the hospital funds. The Hartford Courant reported that Connecticut would have to compete for the funds. Also, Dodd reportedly said that at least 14 other states could apply for the grant.

Funding for health care facilities would be decided by Health and Human Services secretary. The text of the Senate health care bill as passed states that the $100 million grant for "infrastructure to expand access to health care" "may only be made available by the Secretary of Health and Human Services upon the receipt of an application from the Governor of a State" that meets certain requirements:

(b) REQUIREMENT.-Amount appropriated under subsection (a) may only be made available by the Secretary of Health and Human Services upon the receipt of an application from the Governor of a State that certifies that-

(1) the new health care facility is critical for the provision of greater access to health care within the State;

(2) such facility is essential for the continued financial viability of the State's sole public medical and dental school and its academic health center;

(3) the request for Federal support represents not more than 40 percent of the total cost of the proposed new facility; and

(4) the State has established a dedicated funding mechanism to provide all remaining funds necessary to complete the construction or renovation of the proposed facility.

Proposed UConn hospital part of Republican Gov. Rell's health care proposal. Connecticut Gov. M. Jodi Rell, a Republican, has reportedly proposed a $352 million University of Connecticut Health Center that would rely on $100 million in federal funds available as a grant in the health care bill under the provision inserted by Dodd.

Funding for TN hospitals sought by Dems, Republicans to fix Medicaid imbalance

Under health care bill reconciliation "fix," $100 million in Medicaid would go to "disproportionate share hospital" payments. Changes proposed to the Senate health care bill included a section that, in part, gives disproportionate share hospital (DSH) payments to states that otherwise would receive no payments after FY2011. The House Rules Committee summary of the changes describes Sec. 1203:

Sec. 1203. Disproportionate share hospital payments. Lowers the reduction in federal Medicaid DSH payments from $18.1 billion to $14.1 billion and advances the reductions to begin in fiscal year 2014. Directs the Secretary to develop a methodology for reducing federal DSH allotments to all states in order to achieve the mandated reductions. Extends through FY 2013 the federal DSH allotment for a state that has a $0 allotment after FY 2011.

Entire TN delegation asked Energy and Commerce Committee to deal with the fact that the state is scheduled to get no DSH money. As reported by the Nashville Business Journal, a May 2009 letter from Tennessee's entire House delegation -- consisting of both Democrats and Republicans -- to the House Energy and Commerce Committee requested DSH funding. According to the letter, Tennessee had given up DSH funding in 1993 when it created a special state insurance program, TennCare, in lieu of traditional Medicaid. The letter added that, since March 2006, Tennessee hospitals have "returned to a traditional Medicaid population," but are not getting DSH payments, unlike almost every other state. From the letter:

As you may know, with the onset of the TennCare waiver in 1993, the state agreed to eliminate the DSH payment for Tennessee, using the rationale that the majority of the uninsured and uninsurable would have the opportunity to enter the new TennCare program and, consequently, hospitals would be getting TennCare reimbursement for the majority of the patients that would have been charity care patients. Although there was an initial 25 percent-decline in charity care under the program, the cost of charity care in Tennessee hospitals returned to pre-TennCare levels by 2000 and has continued to grow at a pace consistent with hospitals across the country. As of March 2006, the state Medicaid program began to disenroll adults who were eligible for TennCare as uninsured or uninsurable previously. This leaves Tennessee hospitals in the dilemma of having returned to a traditional Medicaid population covered by a Medicaid program with no DSH payment. Tennessee is one of only two states with no DSH payment. The other state is Hawaii.

Tennessee reportedly got temporary fixes in the past. The Nashville Business Journal article also reported:

The imbalance has existed since Tennessee gave up its payments when it created TennCare in the 1990s -- and it has been similarly addressed by lawmakers in the past. Early last year, a $32.8 billion bill to insure poor children included a provision extending DSH payments to Tennessee hospitals by $30 million a year for two years.

TennCare spokeswoman Kelly Gunderson said the majority of Tennessee hospitals receive some level of DSH payments.

Provision affecting Louisiana fixes Medicaid gap caused by Katrina, Rita

Funding would fix FMAP rates for "certain states recovering from a major disaster." The Senate bill as passed includes a provision -- often referred to as the "Louisiana Purchase" by conservative media -- that would adjust the Federal Medical Assistance Percentage (FMAP) rate for "certain states recovering from a major disaster." The bill requires that it only apply to states "for which, at any time during the preceding 7 fiscal years, the President has declared a major disaster" and "determined as a result of such disaster that every county or parish in the State warrant individual and public assistance or public assistance from the Federal Government."

The Department of Health and Human Services states that FMAP is "used in determining the amount of Federal matching funds for State expenditures for assistance payments for certain social services, and State medical and medical insurance expenditures. The Social Security Act requires the Secretary of Health and Human Services to calculate and publish the FMAPs each year."

Times-Picayune: Temporary post-Katrina spending "spiked" per capita income "long enough" to skew Medicaid funding formula, causing state Medicaid funding shortfall. The Times-Picayune reported on January 22 that "FMAP refers to the percentage of a state's payments under Medicaid that are covered by the federal government. Louisiana usually gets a higher match because of how poor the state is, but because of all the recovery and rebuilding money that poured in after Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, state per capita income spiked long enough to throw the formula out of kilter and threaten to blow a hole [in] the state budget. [Sen. Mary] Landrieu's fix was, according to state officials, only the beginning of a solution for a huge Medicaid shortfall the state is facing." The article stated that Landrieu said "attaching the Medicaid provision to a health-care bill made sense, and there is no obvious and feasible legislative alternative."

Jindal: "If not corrected in Washington, D.C.," FMAP problem will cost $500 million a year. Louisiana Republican Gov. Bobby Jindal's fiscal year 2010-2011 budget proposal states that the "Louisiana state government faces significant, multi-year budget challenges, compounded by a faulty federal FMAP formula that, if not corrected in Washington, D.C., will cost the state approximately $500 million a year in Medicaid funding, impacting services for the poorest in our state, and often those who need care the most." The proposal also says that "[w]hile there is discussion in Washington about extending the enhanced federal Medicaid match rate for six months for all states, without a permanent fix to Louisiana's faulty FMAP calculation, combined with the loss of federal stimulus funding, Louisiana will still face a projected $1.7 billion shortfall for FY 12."

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Millions Tune in for March Madness Online Live Stream

NewTeeVee

- 1 days ago

Three million people used the March Madness On Demand video player to catch the first round of the NCAA Men’s College Basketball Championship online yesterday, according to a press release sent out by CBS Sports today. Sports fans watched a total of 3.4 million hours of live streaming video and audio online yesterday, 20 percent more than in 2009. And the most-watched game even saw 50 percent more traffic than last year’s most popular first day face-off.

We’ll leave it to others to speculate how much of a productivity killer March Madness is, but the fact that CBS saw its biggest spike in traffic in the hour after 2pm Eastern — 533k streaming hours for the full hour, with a peak of 147k streaming hours between 2:45 and 2:59 p.m. — suggests that the championship may actually be an ideal lunch time companion, at least for us West Coasters.

Yesterday’s most popular game happened to be the match between Florida and BYU, with a total of 521k hours of streaming video and audio. Those new audience records are another validation for CBS’s strategy to air full live games without access restrictions online, a strategy that’s also been paying off with advertisers, who have spent a total of $37 million on ads for March Madness On Demand this year.

However, one should take CBS’s claim that this was “the largest single day of traffic for a live sport event on the Internet” with a grain of salt: The 2008 Olympics had a huge online worldwide online audience, with 1.6 million viewers tuning in simultaneously through the Chinese P2P video client PPLive during the opening ceremony alone.

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Devine qui vient prendre sa pâtée ce soir ?

Journal d'un avocat

- 1 days ago

Mon cÅ“ur mon cÅ“ur ne t’emballe pas,
Fais comme si tu ne savais pas
Que l’Anglais est revenu !

Mon cÅ“ur arrête de répéter
Qu’on va venger l’affront de l’an passé
De l’Anglais qui est revenu !

Mon cÅ“ur, arrête de bringuebaler
Souviens-toi qu’il nous a déchiré,
L’Anglais qui est revenu !

Mes amis ne me laissez pas !
Dites-moi, dites-moi qu’il y a de la bière au froid
Maudit Anglais, puisque te v’là !

Le crunch ! France - Angleterre, avec un parfum de revanche du match de l’an passé (34-10, avec un essai assassin de Mark Cueto au bout d’une minute et une équipe de France stérile toute la première mi temps).

Ce sont nos pires amis, ou nos meilleurs ennemis, comme vous préférez, qui débarquent ce soir : la terrible, orgueilleuse, et perfide Angleterre. Quelle joie de la retrouver !

Drapeau de l'Angleterre

Voici donc le drapeau anglais, dit drapeau de Saint George. Il vous dira sans doute quelque chose : il rappelle en effet celui de la Géorgie, que nous affrontâmes lors de la dernière coupe du monde.

La croix rouge sur fond blanc est un emblême très répandu dans la chrétienté, Saint Georges étant le Saint Patron, outre de l’Angleterre et de la Géorgie, de l’Aragon, de la Catalogne, du Canada, de l’Ethiopie, de la Grèce, de la Serbie et du Montenegro, du Portugal, de la Russie et même de la Palestine, ainsi que des villes de Beyrouth, Barcelone ou Moscou. C’est ainsi que le symbole du club de footabll de Barcelone, le fameux Barça, comporte la croix de Saint George. FC Barcelone

Ce symbole remonte aux Croisades, où il était le symbole des chevaliers et soldats français, le pape ayant décidé que les anglais porteraient une croix blanche sur fond rouge, les germains ayant une croix bleue et jaune, devenue le drapeau suédois. Les Anglais ont néanmoins adopté le croix rouge sur fond blanc, et la croix de St George est ainsi devenue le symbole des croisés dans leur ensemble, étant à son tour adoptée par les Templiers. Lors de la Réforme, tous les drapeauxs représentant des saints ont été abandonnés en Angleterre à l’exception de celui de St George. Dans la Navy, le drapeau de Saint Georges indique un navire amiral.

Le drapeau du Royaume Uni s’appelle le drapeau de l’Union, ou Union Jack dans la marine (“Jack” indiquant un pavillon de marine), car il est composé de la réunion des drapeaux des trois couronnes réunies sur la tête des rois d’Angleterre, chacun représenté par une croix liée à un saint : la croix de Saint George pour l’Angleterre, la croix de Saint André pour l’Ecosse, et la croix de Saint Patrick pour l’Irlande. Cette union s’est faite en deux temps : en 1606, quand James VI d’Ecosse devient roi d’Angleterre sous le nom de James Ier, les croix de Saint George et Saint André sont réunies Naissance du drapeau d'Union

pour faire le premier drapeau d’Union. Puis en 1801, la croix de Saint Patrick est ajoutée quand l’Acte d’Union (Acte désignant une loi) fusionne les royaumes d’Angleterre, d’Ecosse et d’Irlande pour former le Royaume Uni, dénomination encore officielle de nos voisins d’Outre Manche. Le pays de Galles n’est pas représenté dans ce drapeau car il ne s’agit pas d’un royaume mais d’une principauté, dirigée par les héritiers du trône d’Angleterre (actuellement le Prince Charles, Prince de Galles, le titre de princesse étant vacant nonobstant le second mariage du prince).

L’équipe joue ainsi isolément car le Royaume Uni n’a pas de fédération de rugby. A la place, chaque royaume a sa propre fédération, reconnue par l’IRB. Il en va de même au football, d’où le match d’ouverture Brésil Écosse lors de la coupe du monde 1998.

Le symbole du XV d’Angleterre est la rose rouge. RFU

Il s’agit d’une allusion à la rose rouge des Lancastre, famille opposée à celle d’York au cours de la guerre des Rose, qui aboutit à la chute de la maison des Plantagenêts, dont Lancastre et York étaient deux branches, au profit de la maison des Tudor. Je ne crois pas que la fédération anglaise prête allégance à la maison des Lancastre cinq cent ans après la fin du conflit, mais le maillot de l’équipe d’Angleterre étant blanc (couleur royale, comme le maillot du Real Madrid, que je me devais de citer ayant mentionné le Barça afin d’éviter une autre guerre civile), une rose blanche ou la rose des Tudor (rouge et blanche pour marquer la réconcilation du royaume) serait peu visible sur le maillot.

L’Angleterre n’ayant pas d’hymne officiel propre, c’est bien le God Save The Queen qu’entonne le XV d’Angleterre, qui est pourtant l’hymne du Royaume Uni. Une scène fort cocasse a lieu quand l’Angleterre joue contre l’Ecosse à Murrayfield, quand l’hymne (lui aussi non officiel) écossais, Flower Of Scotland, est entonné, car on voit la Princesse Anne, fille de la reine Elisabeth et Duchesse d’Edimbourg, chanter de bon coeur cet hymne nationaliste célébrant la victoire des Ecossais contre les Anglais à Bannockburn en 1314 (la bataille qui clôt le film Braveheart). Au Royaume Uni, le pragmatisme est la vraie religion d’Etat.

Mais en réalité, le XV à la rose a un hymne non officiel, qui galvanise autant les Anglais qu’une Marseillaise fait oublier la fatigue aux Français.
Priez, mes amis, priez pour ne point entendre résonner cet hymne païen (même si c’est un gospel) près de la basilique qui accueillit l’Oriflamme…

Le Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, la kryptonite universelle.

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home

L’histoire de cette chanson se confond avec l’histoire de notre vieille rivalité rugbystique qui nous oppose à nos cousins d’Outre Manche. En fait, une vieille rivalité oppose l’Angleterre à un peu tout le monde, et c’est une des équipes les plus cordialement détestées, chacune de ses (trop rares) défaites étant savourée d’un hémisphère à l’autre, mais la France jouit d’une position de détestation cordiale privilégiée. Un adage écossais dit ainsi “I support two teams : Scotland and whoever is playing England” : je soutiens deux équipes : l’Écosse, et celle qui joue contre l’Angleterre, quelle qu’elle soit.

Tout d’abord, l’Angleterre n’a accueilli la France dans le concert des nations rugbystiques qu’avec réticence en 1910. Le sport de l’aristocratie anglaise était en France pratiquée par les paysans rugueux du sud, et l’Anglais n’aimait guère se mélanger. Il faut dire qu’au début, la France a tout fait pour lui donner raison. En 1913, la foule envahit le terrain pour assommer l’arbitre de France-Ecosse. La France est exclue du tournoi, mais sauvée si j’ose dire par la première guerre mondiale qui suspend le tournoi, qui reprend en 1918 toutes rancoeurs oubliées au nom de la fraternité d’armes. En 1927, c’est la première victoire contre les Anglais (le pays de Galles résistera jusqu’en 1948). En 1931, la France est à nouveau exclue pour son comportement violent jusqu’en 1939. En fait, deuxième guerre mondiale oblige, la suspension durera jusqu’à la reprise du tournoi en 1947. En 1952, l’Angleterre accuse la France de professionnalisme des joueurs (ironie de l’histoire, l’Angleterre sera la première à passer au professionnalisme dans les années 90 : en Angleterre, le pragmatisme est religion d’Etat) et des joueurs français sont définitivement exclus de la sélection pour apaiser les Anglais. Voilà donc le terreau de la rivalité. La fleur éclora à la fin des années 80.

En 1988, le XV d’Angleterre était en train de traverser une des plus mauvaises passes de son histoire, battu notamment par la France plusieurs années de suite, y compris sur son sol sacré, à Twickenham. L’Angleterre jouait face à l’Irlande, et avait perdu 15 de ses 23 derniers matchs du Tournoi des Cinq Nations, tournoi qu’elle n’avait plus gagné depuis 1980. En deux ans et demi, les supporters de Twickenham n’avaient vu qu’un seul misérable essai marqué par les Anglais. A la mi temps, l’Irlande menait 3 à 0. Et puis comme cela arrive parfois au rugby, l’espoir changea de camp, le combat changea d’âme, et tout à coup, rien ne semblait plus pouvoir arrêter les Anglais, qui gagnèrent 35 à 3, dont trois essais marqués par Chris Oti, qui faisait ses débuts de jour là. Les collégiens d’une école bénédictine de Woolhampton qui assistaient au match entonnèrent alors un gospel en l’honneur d’Oti, Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, que la foule reprit en choeur.

Ce fut le signal d’une résurrection, et d’un nouvel âge d’or pour le XV à la rose, l’époque de Will Carling et Brian Moore, époque qui se construisit sur le dos de l’équipe de France. Pendant sept ans, nous ne gagnerons jamais, et toujours pour la même raison : être poussé à la faute par les Anglais, de préférence à 20 mètres en face de nos poteaux, ce qui donnait trois points aux Anglais, et faisait résonner le Swing Low. Le clou était enfoncé par Will Carling qui félicitait les Français vaincus d’un “Good game” dont l’évocation fait encore monter les larmes aux yeux des joueurs de l’époque. Il faudra des années pour que le XV de France vole aux Anglais leur sang froid, et il est encore fragile : la propension des Français à garder le ballon au sol, à le talonner à la main, quand ce n’est pas distribuer des baffes sous les yeux de l’arbitre est pudiquement appelée “le jeu latin” des Français. C’est la défaite assurée quand il pointe son vilain nez.

Cette rivalité prendra fin brutalement, du jour au lendemain, lors de notre inoubliable victoire en petite finale de la coupe du Monde en 1995 (19 à 9), où enfin, la série noire prendra fin, et au plus beau moment, la Coupe du Monde. Les joueurs Français sont tous allés serrer la main de Will Carling abattu en lui disant un “Good game !” chantant avec l’accent du sud ouest. La partie s’est en réalité terminée le lendemain à l’aube, les joueurs des deux équipes s’étant donné rendez vous pour faire une fête de tous les diables jusqu’à l’aube, enterrant définitivement la hache de guerre. Cela sera aidé par le virage vers le professionalisme, des Anglais venant jouer en France et des Français allant jouer en Angleterre (Sébastien Chabal a joué cinq ans dans le club de Sale, près de Manchester), ce qui comblera un peu le fossé d’incompréhension, les Anglais allant jusqu’à recruter un entraîneur français, Pierre Villepreux en 1995. Il fut naturellement tondu à son retour, rassurez-vous.

Cette époque a laissé une tradition, une rivalité qui fait que vaincre l’autre équipe est un plaisir sans nul pareil, mais la terrible tension 1988-1993 a disparu. On la rejoue pour s’amuser. Il n’empêche : piétiner les Anglais est toujours une coupe d’ambroisie. Un petit point sur ce Tournoi qui, déjà, touche à sa fin. PositionNationPartiesPoints
Tableau des PointsJouéesGagnéesNullesPerduesMarquésEncaissésDifférenceEssais1

France440012359+641382

Irlande43018672+14963

Méchants42117864+14554

Pays de Galles410380107âˆ’27725

Italie410359104âˆ’45426

Écosse40136080âˆ’2021

La France l’a quasiment gagné, l’Angleterre, avec ses deux défaites, l’a déjà perdu. Seule l’Irlande pourrait nous le voler sous le nez, en écrasant l’Écosse, à condition que l’Angleterre nous écrase elle aussi, de façon à remonter les 50 points d’écart sur le goal average. Peu probable. L’enjeu essentiel de ce match est la récompense suprême, le Grand Chelem, 5 matchs, 5 victoires, 10 points tout rond au tableau du score. Ce serait le premier de l’ère Lièvremont - N’tamack - Retière, et le premier pour Sébastien Chabal, qui n’avait pas été retenu dans l’équipe de France en 2002 et 2004, date de nos deux derniers Grand Slami. Et à un an de la Coupe du Monde, ça ferait le plus grand bien à cette équipe si jeune et qui se construit encore. Ceux d’entre vous qui le souhaitent pourront suivre mes commentaires éclairés en direct sur Twitter, sur le compte spécial @EolasRugby.
Alors, plus que jamais… ALLEZ LES BLEUS ! ! !

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Horse riding in the south of France

Guardian Unlimited

- 1 days ago

Kevin Rushby thought he didn't get on with horses. But a two-day ride across beautiful countryside of Provence was the start of a new love affair

When the horses come down from the hill, I'm standing on the lane, wondering if there is any way to get out of what is about to happen. It's an impressive sight: the dozen horses, manes and tails in motion, all cantering through the forest, the dog barking at their heels. There were two patched and painted ponies, like Apache war steeds, a pair of dainty Arabs, dish-faced and bug-eyed, like they had pranced straight out of a Stubbs painting. There were a couple of greys and some big brown mares. The biggest brute will be mine, I thought â€“ the one with the grudge.

Far below us, down 700m of mountainside, shimmering and hazy, was the Côte d'Azur with its white tower blocks, black cars and scorched skin. But we were no longer in that world; we were in a golden forest of field maples, oaks and scarlet sumac near the village of Sainte-Agnès, just a few miles north of Monaco, close to the Italian border. We were setting out on a two-day ride into the virtually uninhabited interior, our saddlebags stuffed with supplies and bedrolls.

Denis came past me, whistling, then shouting for the dog, "Avant, avant, Uxel! Allez, Juanita!" And the dog, a huge lolloping hound, was behind Juanita, one of the painted ponies, urging her down. I noticed that the dog appeared to know the horse's name, and thought, "Is that possible?"

I stepped back. My partner, Sophie, and six-year-old daughter Maddy were with Denis, catching horses by the manes, slipping on bridles, tying them up to a rope strung between two trees. But I stepped back.

I'll be honest. Horses and me never did click. A bite on the hand long ago, tales of terrifying injuries, cowboy movies where they get thrown and trampled and bitten and generally reduced to a bloody, quivering pulp, and finally the time in Sudan â€“ I blush at the recollection â€“ when I coolly threw myself up on a mule, and went directly over the other side into the dirt. If only the whole village hadn't been watching! Some of them laughed so hard they had to lie down. Gimme a bike any day. To add to my woes, Sophie and Maddy are comparative experts â€“ and they look good in jodhpurs.

The night before, Denis had explained his methods. "I leave the horses out on the mountain â€“ that way they get strong and they have the security of the herd. They got a pecking order and they got leaders. I work with 'em."

Denis Longfellow inspires confidence. Born in California in the 60s, he grew up surrounded by writers and poets (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an ancestor). In the 70s he moved to Provence and spent 10 years with the last generation of old-time shepherds: "They couldn't read or write, but they knew how to keep animals."

Denis has a direct simple animal psychology: "In Europe you got a lot of culture grown up around horseback riding. There's a guy two metres up there, looking down on someone, and he wants to make that seem mysterious and complicated. But it ain't. Horseback riding ain't complicated."

Now, here on the lane, Denis is about to show me how simple it is. He grabs the big brown mare â€“ the one with the grudge, of course â€“ and he grips the reins in one hand together with a fist full of mane and he says to me. "Hold her like this. Get a foot in your stirrup, then jump up."

I do it. The horse keeps steady. Denis positions my toe in the stirrup. "It's a natural position: feet underneath, basin ..." he points at my pelvis. "That's where you ride â€“ in the basin. You can stand if you want, but keep your head down and butt up. Hold the mane with both hands if you need to."

Maddy and Sophie are up, too. Mel and Liz, colleagues of Denis, are up. The loose horses are milling, hooves clattering on tarmac. The dog, Uxel, is waiting for a signal. Denis jumps into the saddle. A piercing whistle. My brown mare, Mada, turns sharply right and pounces forwards after the loose horses. A cacophony of hooves explodes around me. A black horse bashes my knee. We're going downhill at a trot and my bum is being punched. Stand up. Grab mane. Horse's head starts to pump up and down as she breaks into a canter. Denis comes rattling past, cooler than a cowboy dude, leaning back like he's tootling a Harley D up Route 66: "Sit back. Use your basin. It's like making love."

I can't sit. I can't make love with my basin. I can't do anything but hold on. And yet that's cool. Denis is cool. "OK, basin up and head down," he shouts. "Like a jockey."

I'm laughing with exhilaration. We sheer away down a broad grassy footpath. Sophie is alongside me on her grey gelding and grinning. "Well?"

I can't stop smiling. "I â€“ think â€“ I â€“ might â€“ like â€“ this ..." How come, I'm wondering, I never realised what fun this could be? And I haven't even thought about falling off.

After an hour we pull up by a tumbledown cottage where a man with a face full of furrows is waving a bottle of pastis. He pours me a stiff measure.

"You'll never believe what I saw this morning: a man with a knapsack and nothing else â€“ naked!" He laughs. "I hardly see a soul up here, though it's just a few kilometres from the coast."

A curious thing about Provence is how the coast and the mountains have exchanged population: the coast was once an overheated pirate-afflicted zone that nobody wanted, while the cool hills were desirable â€“ everyone lived up here. Now the population is all down on the coast, even though it's still overheated and pirate-infested (they sail in gilded mega-yachts these days), and the hills are silent: you would struggle to get a pétanque match together in most villages.

Riding through the sun-dappled forest, the only humans we see are a couple of mushroom collectors. We emerge at an abandoned coastguard station and a magnificent panorama. Behind us are the snow-capped Alpes Maritimes, ahead the sparkling sea and the mountains of Corsica on the horizon, 200km away. Westwards we can see Provence disappearing in ridges of blue and violet, while to the east are the mountains of Italian Liguria.

"I guess most kids in England learn horseback riding indoors," Denis says to Maddy.

She nods: "My horse is called Pippin. We go across the ring from A to C, then B to D. It's fun."

I think Maddy is missing the rule-bound predictability of the riding school, a place where correct clothes, posture and meticulous attention to detail are observed. She has coped with the intensity of this outdoor experience with remarkable sang-froid, but for her â€“ truth to tell â€“ the confidence nurtured in the riding school is indispensable here.

Lunch is laid out: tiny black Niçoise olives, cheeses, hunks of bread, a bottle of red wine, pasta and salads. We eat and talk, then some of us snooze. Later we trot onwards in the deep glow of late afternoon. Denis tells me how he breaks new horses in.

"There ain't no problem when they live in a herd. The young colts run with us and they see what happens with the older horses. When they're three years old, I put a bridle and saddle on them. I use hackamore bridles so there's no bit. They take to it real easy."

In a broad meadow we gallop about and round up the loose horses, whooping and yelling like cowboys on the range. It is both ridiculous and wonderful. That evening we light a camp fire, put some sausages on to cook, and watch the stars come out.

"If only I'd known riding could be like this!" I say to Denis. "No pomp â€“ just relaxed."

My attitude to horses has, I admit, been damaged by exposure to a certain kind of horsey person: braying women in uptight clothes, red-faced toffs in white cravats, all wearing those foul black helmets with a ribbon on top. (I have to stop myself at this point since Maddy and Sophie love this kind of kit.) Denis, I scarcely need to say, does not wear any of that ghastly garb, favouring jeans and checked shirts with sunglasses under a baseball cap.

"A lot of guys come to it when they are older â€“ thirties, forties, even fifties and sixties," Denis says. "There's no problem with age at all."

There is a commotion among the horses and Maddy goes to investigate. She comes back grinning sheepishly. "They're doing binki-bonki."

A torch reveals what exactly binki-bonki is: a grey gelding in an aroused state mounting a chestnut mare.

"Ah, that's Dodo," says Denis. "He gets in the mood every three or four months â€“ no problem." He goes back to turning sausages on the fire.

Next morning we ride for about three hours and have lunch on a hilltop before heading back towards Sainte-Agnès, at 760m the highest coastal village in Europe. We unsaddle the horses and send the herd off into the forest, then sit down to an excellent dinner in the village restaurant.

Later that evening, I head out alone on to the rocks around the village. The trip has challenged my prejudice, and then surprised me by flipping it over entirely. The truth is that I was the one with the grudge, not the poor horse. I sit down on a spur of granite and look around. To the south are the bright lights of Menton and Monte Carlo; to the north is complete darkness, punctuated by the hoots of owls calling across the valley. And above, as if attempting to tie these two impossibly different worlds together, is the broad spangled belt of the Milky Way.