Biglets Mummy
Well-Known Member
Well.....its happened....I have been converted.After 35 years in the saddle ( and alot on the floor..) I have been turned. I have always had big,flashy,quirky,difficult horses until 18 months ago when one had to be retired and the other one had a serious tendon injury. At the time I had just broken my leg coming off a youngster I was bringing on for a friend so it was ok that we were all broken at the same time.
Jump forward to last weekend....The sun was shining..the birds were singing..I had a bottle of Savuignon waiting in the fridge when the pang hit me. I should be out riding.....It had been too long...,.
The mini shetland ran and hid from me..So I asked my neighbour if I could take her daughters cob up the road for a pootle. She almost bit my arm off and frog marched me to the shed before I changed my mind...
This lovely boy hasn't been ridden for months but strangely I didn't feel at all concerned especially when he started to snore as I tacked him up.
I managed to mount from the ground which is the first time I can truly remember this happening as normally rides have to be planned around step ladders hidden in hedges or sturdy gates that would hold my menopausal bulk and off we went.
We certainly would not have given Red Rum anything to worry about but OMG I just loved it. The sense of relief of not worrying about a leaf blowing around or an errant bunny crossing our paths was immense. It was joyous and after years of having rescue remedy on a drip before I rode some of them it was heaven. I could actually look into peoples windows at the same time !!
So I am converted....I have decided that I am going to enjoy this lovely boy until I find the right COB for me...There I said it...COB...and as I enter the autumn of my riding days I am going to enjoy every minute without having to ensure that my under garments are matching before setting off for a ride...xxx
Jump forward to last weekend....The sun was shining..the birds were singing..I had a bottle of Savuignon waiting in the fridge when the pang hit me. I should be out riding.....It had been too long...,.
The mini shetland ran and hid from me..So I asked my neighbour if I could take her daughters cob up the road for a pootle. She almost bit my arm off and frog marched me to the shed before I changed my mind...
This lovely boy hasn't been ridden for months but strangely I didn't feel at all concerned especially when he started to snore as I tacked him up.
I managed to mount from the ground which is the first time I can truly remember this happening as normally rides have to be planned around step ladders hidden in hedges or sturdy gates that would hold my menopausal bulk and off we went.
We certainly would not have given Red Rum anything to worry about but OMG I just loved it. The sense of relief of not worrying about a leaf blowing around or an errant bunny crossing our paths was immense. It was joyous and after years of having rescue remedy on a drip before I rode some of them it was heaven. I could actually look into peoples windows at the same time !!
So I am converted....I have decided that I am going to enjoy this lovely boy until I find the right COB for me...There I said it...COB...and as I enter the autumn of my riding days I am going to enjoy every minute without having to ensure that my under garments are matching before setting off for a ride...xxx
