Elf On A Shelf
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We went out for a few hours trek in Iceland last year. When the lass asked us what riding experience we had my OH immediately piped up with "I used to ride racehorses and she still does" 
I could have strangled him! The lasses eyes lit up and I just knew we were going to get the ones that didn't get out often as no one could ride them. I wanted to enjoy my ride!
Well I got one that was very cold backed. Joy of joys! And Steve got what looked to be a lovely wee ride. So we set off - after me walking said Icelandic round for a few mins, doing up the girth, walking round, doing up the girth, walking round, doing up the girth then getting on, sitting quietly then quietly walking round. Every time we stopped his back would hit the roof. Steve's look an utter joy! Then we turned for home.
my lad just kept a nice hold on my rein (less than I would like of a racehorse but enough to know he was there and listening) and Steve's tried to bomb off all the way home! Not helped by the guides horse being completely and utterly unsuitable for the job. It just wanted to flat out tolt everywhere, she was really struggling with it. I did consider offering to swop with her but then I thought " sod it I'm on holiday paying to be here I'm going to enjoy my wee friend". Steve got his arms pulled out of his sockets every inch of the hour and a half home serves him right!
I could have strangled him! The lasses eyes lit up and I just knew we were going to get the ones that didn't get out often as no one could ride them. I wanted to enjoy my ride! Well I got one that was very cold backed. Joy of joys! And Steve got what looked to be a lovely wee ride. So we set off - after me walking said Icelandic round for a few mins, doing up the girth, walking round, doing up the girth, walking round, doing up the girth then getting on, sitting quietly then quietly walking round. Every time we stopped his back would hit the roof. Steve's look an utter joy! Then we turned for home.
my lad just kept a nice hold on my rein (less than I would like of a racehorse but enough to know he was there and listening) and Steve's tried to bomb off all the way home! Not helped by the guides horse being completely and utterly unsuitable for the job. It just wanted to flat out tolt everywhere, she was really struggling with it. I did consider offering to swop with her but then I thought " sod it I'm on holiday paying to be here I'm going to enjoy my wee friend". Steve got his arms pulled out of his sockets every inch of the hour and a half home serves him right!
he had an impressive big tolt but was very strong. I'd ridden him for an hour or so when he got a lot stronger and peed off with me in flying pace. He ran a while, realised he was alone, turned back sharply and I flew off onto some rocks. I was glad of my trekking horses after that.
