My first experiences riding

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This tale began when I was six my school decided to send some of us to a riding school for the afternoon. The horse I was placed on was only recently backed and separated from its mother. We went out for a hack over some fields and he slowed down, then changed direction and took off towards where his mother was kept and I clung on for grim death. The horse jumped fences, ditches and forced its way through shrubbery to get to its mother I'm not sure how I stayed in the saddle but I did it was fifteen minutes before I was found clinging to the reins and terrified. Ironically I later developed an allergy to horses which lasted from I was 17 until my 38th birthday I set out to build up an immunity and slowly overcame the allergy and then I went for lessons. To be continued

 

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I started to get lessons two years ago at first I would go along with my wife and help muck out and watch her ride but I found myself itching to give it a go. I eventually plucked up the nerve to tell my OH and she booked my first lesson. I wasn't sure what to expect but got the hang of the reins very quickly and the lesson started with me on a lead rope. About ten minutes in the rope was off and I found myself riding at walk and then trotting. It was fun but a bit unusual.