Reb wasn't tacked when I went into the barn. Funnily enough, he'd damaged his ligament sometime last year, and here I was again, limping — was he himself limping again? Apparently not... and I tacked him up with no worries, led him to the indoor, mounted, lead the ride down to the outdoor, not a …
Why Not to Give Up
Oh, Tuesday. I had Rebel, we were outside, there was a massive puddle between E and C, and he had decided that it had my name on it. He was spooking at a teeny tiny one between C and M, and in open order, I kept going back over it, to get him to look …
Hurrah!
I'M NOT COMPLETE RUBBISH You know, I have to say, in all honesty, that I wasn't looking forward to riding the range last night. I'd been nervous about it on Saturday, too, and barely admitted it to myself. I love this so much, what if I started to hate it? Going back to my scale …
Every Thursday Isn’t the Same…
I rode last night at 7 to make up for Tuesday being snowed out. I realised that I couldn't get home at 9pm, and then get up for 6am to get back to the yard for 9am. So I switched my Thursday lesson to 2.15. I met a friend in town for a coffee and …
Off Again, Off Again
JIGGITY JIG Ach, I think my head was still a little woolly. Up until three a.m. Friday morning, then had to whimper through the last day of 'school', and despite having had an early-to-bed, and a lie-in, I wasn't one hundred per cent. Ruby is gorgeous: I laughed as she gave me the canter immediately, …
Speaking of the Big Picture
It's so easy to get thrown off, particularly after having been thrown off. Last Saturday, we were in the outdoor, the sand sucking at the horses hooves, and Rebel knew, before I did— in fact instantaneously— that I was spacey. Oh, I'd been out for a few hours the night before, and I was going …
Rebel is Annoying— Again
Remember how last Tuesday was amazing? This Tuesday was crap. The mood in the barn was... edgy, jumpy, something, the horses, post-prandial, literally feeling their oats. The music was too loud and I turned it down as always— poor Argo is directly across from the speakers, and the noise drives him demented. Mr Bojangles initiated grooming …
The Shittiest Hour Yet
28 OCTOBER, 2006 It was the shittiest hour yet. There was, of course, no way of knowing how shitty it was going to be. It’s my eighth week of lessons, Argo and I an indissoluble team. I’m feeling pretty good, considering that all I did was walk for my entire first lesson, two short months …
MANY BRAVE FOOLS 