Flibble
Well-Known Member
Still trying to get my nerves back after the infamous "Fun" ride where I was bucked of big time at full tilt.
Anyhow my best friend knows what it is when yor nerves are jangled and fresh from two weeks in Greece phoned me up and invited me to Box over for a hack.
Well my young man is indeed a saint.
I got prepared to load the 17hh of Snorting beast Hat,Gloves,lead rope attached to headcollar,Lunge line attached to Bridle my OH (my old man is also a saint) got a Broom ready just incase and Drifter looked me in the eye and muttered something like Urlow Mum is I going out!
And yet again the poufy little navy anklets called travel boots with their feiry red fleece lining did the trick. Walked him up to the ramp and he strolled up the ramp and parked his bigself in his trailer.
I Dived out the grooms door knowing my OH might not get the bar across quickly enough and caught the big lad gazing at me telepathically he winked and said "Ramp up then".
and thats about as tough as it got. He was a sweetheart at my friends farm. We hacked around the lanes and he did not react badly to any of the heavy traffic which appeared out of the blue .(The quiet lane had a diversion on it as a road was blocked)
I wasnt brave enough to accept the invitation to canter up the fields as I had managed to come out without my stronger bit and I need that as aComfort Blanket.
But I have to say when put in the right situation my Great Lump of young horse is an absolute Saint. Now I have to try and get my friend to have another day off soon as possible when I shal put 4 pairs of knickers on my cross country bit and a Martingale just so as I feel safe.
For those of you who are not scaredy cats and have never had a real fright on horseback - Dont Read This.
For those of you who have and understand I did wear my new hat and my body protector.
Anyhow my best friend knows what it is when yor nerves are jangled and fresh from two weeks in Greece phoned me up and invited me to Box over for a hack.
Well my young man is indeed a saint.
I got prepared to load the 17hh of Snorting beast Hat,Gloves,lead rope attached to headcollar,Lunge line attached to Bridle my OH (my old man is also a saint) got a Broom ready just incase and Drifter looked me in the eye and muttered something like Urlow Mum is I going out!
And yet again the poufy little navy anklets called travel boots with their feiry red fleece lining did the trick. Walked him up to the ramp and he strolled up the ramp and parked his bigself in his trailer.
I Dived out the grooms door knowing my OH might not get the bar across quickly enough and caught the big lad gazing at me telepathically he winked and said "Ramp up then".
and thats about as tough as it got. He was a sweetheart at my friends farm. We hacked around the lanes and he did not react badly to any of the heavy traffic which appeared out of the blue .(The quiet lane had a diversion on it as a road was blocked)
I wasnt brave enough to accept the invitation to canter up the fields as I had managed to come out without my stronger bit and I need that as aComfort Blanket.
But I have to say when put in the right situation my Great Lump of young horse is an absolute Saint. Now I have to try and get my friend to have another day off soon as possible when I shal put 4 pairs of knickers on my cross country bit and a Martingale just so as I feel safe.
For those of you who are not scaredy cats and have never had a real fright on horseback - Dont Read This.
For those of you who have and understand I did wear my new hat and my body protector.
