Janah
Well-Known Member
I remember getting Welsh cob in by riding in a headcollar and jumping five bar gate, too much effort to open!
Riding out at night on said Welsh Cob with friend on behind, no saddle, and falling off, both of us, having cantered down bridlebath and 'cos it was dark not seeing overhanging branch.
Cantering on every blade of grass.
Tracking horses for miles in local woodland and fields, when much, much younger in the hope of actually seeing a horse! Had hopes of rescueing a rider in trouble and would reward me with a ride!
And so on, too embarassed to admit to.
Jane
Riding out at night on said Welsh Cob with friend on behind, no saddle, and falling off, both of us, having cantered down bridlebath and 'cos it was dark not seeing overhanging branch.
Cantering on every blade of grass.
Tracking horses for miles in local woodland and fields, when much, much younger in the hope of actually seeing a horse! Had hopes of rescueing a rider in trouble and would reward me with a ride!
And so on, too embarassed to admit to.
Jane