Starcharger
Member
All I can say is roll on Autumn. What's so great about Summer? Riding out in the baking hot sun being followed by hordes of flies, having to walk along bridleways usually cantered along in Winter due to rock hard ground, flies bothering horse in field grazing, sweaty heads under riding hats, sweaty body mucking out, being woken up as soon as it gets light by horse in stable calling out wanting breakfast and to be let out, horse standing at gate wanting to be put back in stable when too hot and bothered by flies, need I say more? Anyone else think so, or is it just me?