Ted has been to a party. Socially distanced of course and accompanied by his 7st lady rider he 'enjoyed' (lose term) a farm ride yesterday. His rider remains in a darkened room and is in need of therapy, a good chiro and a box of plasters for her blistered hands.
Social distancing wasn't an issue as he took absolutely no notice of his companion perched in his saddle and took his own route from start to finish. Ted has never been taught to jump and he is not naturally built for being airborne, however that mattered not as he hurled himself at all the logs and little obstacles along the route with great glee, no control and no thought for his lady rider who was rather glad of his copious amount of mane to cling on to.
No one got in his way, lets face it, would you stand in the way of an over excited rampaging cart horse. The horse with him was left for dead within 5 minutes of the ride starting. My suggestion of taking him again soon for more education was received with a stoney silence, how about a big bit ? -silence, valium for horse and lady rider ? - silence. He didn't mean to run off, after all he hasn't been anywhere for ages, he was just being a bit jolly, you know how lovely and kind he is - silence, didn't he get tired and run out of puff ? - No he did not. Back on the naughty step then..........