JenJ
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Well, thought it was time to move on from the old thread as I'm not quite so rusty now, and I'm a horse owner rather than just a rider!
Friday
Handed over the cash, and became a horse owner for the first time, 20 years after starting riding, and after a few shares along the way.
Saddler was up to fit a new saddle and sort all my leatherwork out. Just as when I went to a saddlery with a budget of £50 for a bridle and kept picking out the £200 Stubben ones (before leaving empty-handed in a huff), today I ended up with a more-than-£50 Mark Todd one...
The saddle she thought fitted best was a second hand Black Country one. After satisfying herself with the fit, I got on to test it when riding. I wasn't quite dressed for riding, being in jeans etc but only planned to do a few minutes. The saddle felt nice but I was more bothered with the seam on my jeans digging in!
It was the first time OH had been to the yard and seen Jack (formerly known as Ronan) and Jack decided to put on a little display for him by bucking me off. He had previously spooked at something on one side, and this time round slammed on the brakes, threw his head down, and lifted his back legs. I landed flat on my back in the (thankfully soft) sand and rubber.
I didn't get back on again, but don't think it really affected my confidence. The saddler thought it may be as he is a little cold backed and he had no numnah on to insulate him from the cool of the leather saddle.
We bought the saddle anyway, as everyone was happy it was a good fit. I haven't ridden him since, but he was used in the school over the weekend and I have yet to hear of any more bucking.
Tuesday
I had been away all weekend, so hadn't had a chance to see Jack for a few days. As I left home on the bike, it started raining, and within a few minutes was chucking it down. By the time I reached the yard an hour later, I was soaked through, and decided not to ride as I didn't see the point in getting Jack and all my new tack wet for the sake of trotting in circles for half an hour.
Instead, I had a little bonding time with him, and groomed him and picked his feet out for the first time - he's a complete dope on a rope in the box, and ever so sweet. Sorted out some of his new stuff, made notes on sizes to get more new stuff, and spent yet more money, this time on the livery bill. I think I've already got used to the money drain!
As I left the yard, it stopped raining...
Friday
Handed over the cash, and became a horse owner for the first time, 20 years after starting riding, and after a few shares along the way.
Saddler was up to fit a new saddle and sort all my leatherwork out. Just as when I went to a saddlery with a budget of £50 for a bridle and kept picking out the £200 Stubben ones (before leaving empty-handed in a huff), today I ended up with a more-than-£50 Mark Todd one...
The saddle she thought fitted best was a second hand Black Country one. After satisfying herself with the fit, I got on to test it when riding. I wasn't quite dressed for riding, being in jeans etc but only planned to do a few minutes. The saddle felt nice but I was more bothered with the seam on my jeans digging in!
It was the first time OH had been to the yard and seen Jack (formerly known as Ronan) and Jack decided to put on a little display for him by bucking me off. He had previously spooked at something on one side, and this time round slammed on the brakes, threw his head down, and lifted his back legs. I landed flat on my back in the (thankfully soft) sand and rubber.
I didn't get back on again, but don't think it really affected my confidence. The saddler thought it may be as he is a little cold backed and he had no numnah on to insulate him from the cool of the leather saddle.
We bought the saddle anyway, as everyone was happy it was a good fit. I haven't ridden him since, but he was used in the school over the weekend and I have yet to hear of any more bucking.
Tuesday
I had been away all weekend, so hadn't had a chance to see Jack for a few days. As I left home on the bike, it started raining, and within a few minutes was chucking it down. By the time I reached the yard an hour later, I was soaked through, and decided not to ride as I didn't see the point in getting Jack and all my new tack wet for the sake of trotting in circles for half an hour.
Instead, I had a little bonding time with him, and groomed him and picked his feet out for the first time - he's a complete dope on a rope in the box, and ever so sweet. Sorted out some of his new stuff, made notes on sizes to get more new stuff, and spent yet more money, this time on the livery bill. I think I've already got used to the money drain!
As I left the yard, it stopped raining...
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