brightmount
Well-Known Member
I picked up some rugs from a person on Freecycle the other day, and we got talking about where I used to ride and the ponies as she knew some of them from 25 years ago, and she gave me a saddlecloth that had belonged to one of the first ponies I ever rode.
This pony remains firmly in my memory, as I spent many a hack clinging on for dear life, since I hadn't had any lessons and it was just assumed we knew how to ride! I seemed to bring out his inner demon!
So I shall treasure his old saddlecloth. He lived to about 35 and went to rainbow bridge a couple of years ago, where I'm sure he is still lagging behind the rest of the hack, then bolting like a rocket to rejoin the others!
This pony remains firmly in my memory, as I spent many a hack clinging on for dear life, since I hadn't had any lessons and it was just assumed we knew how to ride! I seemed to bring out his inner demon!
So I shall treasure his old saddlecloth. He lived to about 35 and went to rainbow bridge a couple of years ago, where I'm sure he is still lagging behind the rest of the hack, then bolting like a rocket to rejoin the others!