My favourite fall, because it was so gentle was during RS days, indoor school lesson, small evening group.
I had been given a horse everyone loved at the RS, because of his hogged mane, his name ‘gremlin’, his chunky cobby-ness bordering on a baby shire, his lovely character. I was so thrilled to ride him, finally!
It was the first time riding a much bigger, chunky horse, rather than the 13hh ponies with teeth-crunching paces i was normally given.
We were told to cross our stirrups and do sitting trot. We often did this, i liked riding without stirrups.
Gremlin‘s trot was very long and slow, compared to the frantic up/down of ponies, and i wasn’t used to his pace at all, so literally after just a few strides, i was slowly sliding off the saddle towards the outer wall of the school. I tried to correct but i had less leg grab due to his size and rounder barrel, there was no mane to grab when i realised it was too late, and i slid off very slowly and gently, and was softly deposited on my backside sitting in the deep soft sand that’s always piled deeper in the corners of a sand school!
I sat there like a gnome giggling, and Gremlin carried on with the line of horses, the instructor was distracted with someone else the whole time, and once she saw Gremlin trot by without rider, she scanned the school calling my name ‘what happened?!’, i was still chuckling as i remounted to try again.