Hacking in our nearest village through a hard fought reinstated bridleway, thinking how lucky I am, to have this to hack through and a baby cob who loves it.
This year has been an eye opener, if nothing else I learned to appreciate what I have and what is right under my nose.
I'm Shropshire / Staffs border so where my yard is, is a WV postcode. We are also incredibly lucky to have a private farm ride 5/10min away by lorry - used to be a XC course but that's closed now but beautiful woodland scenery as well as the local village rides we have on the doorstep.
When I was in my early 20s (mid 70s) we used to rent a cottage in Church Stretton and there was a stables there I used to ride at. We hacked over the Long Mynd to pubs on the other side for lunch. Cardingmill valley was a favourite and also a ride past a ruined cottage near what was then the Midland Glider Club. You are lucky to be able to hack there. Happy memories for me.