vick
Well-Known Member
Mine was as my second riding school (had an rocky experience at the first) Pip was has name an elderly skewbald cob that gave me the confiedence i needed, i spent hours caring for him, talking to him, grooming him (going under his belly to get to the other side in his small stable) I would be at the yard at the crack of dawn to fetch him up from the field, ride him bareback in a headcoller fom the field to the stable. Tack him up and wait aniouxly to see if i could ride him on the first ride. He started my horsey love...at the tender age of 8...