PolarSkye
Well-Known Member
Another day, another hack.
Started well . . . both boys striding out, ears pricked. Apparently there's some sort of cycling paperchase going on in the forest . . . flappy bits of paper hanging from every third bush/tree, cyclists wizzing about everywhere - not to mention large gangs of townies prowling in the bushes with their dogs (as opposed to out on the path where the horses can see them), other hackers bombing around like the clappers and the odd rather large, scary forestry machine parked around the corner.
Yes, both boys were doing their giraffe impression complete with eyes on stalks - yes, both boys were rather jig-joggy and nappy wanting to follow all the other horses . . . but . . . on the other hand . . .
. . . yes, both riders remembered to give and retake the rein and breathe . . . and, yes, both riders still managed some long trots and even a sneaky canter . . . and, yes, both riders ended the ride sauntering along on the buckle with feet out of the stirrups!
Hurrah!
Very pleased with my little grey donk today . . . he wanted to be a fire-breathing gallopy boy, but he listened to me and when I relaxed so did he
. He is now out in the field with no rug on a) to have the sun on his back; and b) help shift that winter coat.
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Started well . . . both boys striding out, ears pricked. Apparently there's some sort of cycling paperchase going on in the forest . . . flappy bits of paper hanging from every third bush/tree, cyclists wizzing about everywhere - not to mention large gangs of townies prowling in the bushes with their dogs (as opposed to out on the path where the horses can see them), other hackers bombing around like the clappers and the odd rather large, scary forestry machine parked around the corner.
Yes, both boys were doing their giraffe impression complete with eyes on stalks - yes, both boys were rather jig-joggy and nappy wanting to follow all the other horses . . . but . . . on the other hand . . .
. . . yes, both riders remembered to give and retake the rein and breathe . . . and, yes, both riders still managed some long trots and even a sneaky canter . . . and, yes, both riders ended the ride sauntering along on the buckle with feet out of the stirrups!
Hurrah!
Very pleased with my little grey donk today . . . he wanted to be a fire-breathing gallopy boy, but he listened to me and when I relaxed so did he
. He is now out in the field with no rug on a) to have the sun on his back; and b) help shift that winter coat.P
It's days like this that make it all worth while.
It's so nice out, I'm rather sad.
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