Do Ya, Do Ya, Do Ya, Do Ya!

YES, SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES Once it was decided that our Saturday lesson would take place in the lower arena, I went to fetch Rebel out of his stable. Beautiful day, the kind of day that finds us cantering up the fields. I wasn't sure enough abut my thumb to countenance a ride out. There was …

Tiny Little Thing

We were jumping doubles, in trot, and it was good. Still not managing to avoid slowing Reb around the turn, but going at decent clip, up and over, stride, up and over, landing much improved. I think it was over the third go, maybe the fourth, that I felt my right hand slip. We rose …

The Picture of Partnership

Cool! It's not the highest fence ever, but it does look like I know what I'm doing. Although I'm thinking that my left shoulder's dipping down a bit. And that my elbows are sticking out. So that's himself, anyway, Mr Smartypants, His Bolshiness, the one and only Rebel. I know, he's handsome, that's why he …

Philosophy

So, what kind of horse should I be riding? If the horse is difficult, as Rebel has been difficult, should I then continue to ride difficult horses? But if the horse is difficult, as Rebel has been difficult, how many habits do I get into that will not translate happily to another mount? I'm not …

Brain Freeze

My bum still hurts. Last Saturday, we took the horses out into the field. I was on Rebel. It didn't feel like a good idea. He kept breaking out of the ride, cantering off, upwards. I immediately reactivated all my fears about riding out, and I know I ought to have just gotten off him …

Leave It to Chance

BY SHERRI SANDS Published by David C Cook Sierra Montgomery is struggling. A divorced mother of three, she's lost her job, been evicted from her home, and forced to move in with her busy-body mum. New employment is thin on the ground, her ex-husband is a deadbeat dad, and she's lost her faith in her …

Starting Over

It feels like that, every time I ride a new horse. I'd mounted Reb, only to be told to get down and take Rinaldo. Rinaldo. A livery chestnut now doing some duty in the school, the girls had alerted me to his presence last week. Long and lean, about 15.3, 16hh, I watched him jump …

But Not Forgotten!

ARGONE, BUT NOT SO FAR AWAY Argo's not in Kildare! He's in a field near to the yard, over by the dual carriageway! I could go visit him! For some reason, the image I have in my head is of an Edwardian picnic, complete with parasol and mutton-leg sleeves and Argo in a detachable collar …

A What? A Blog Book Tour?

HAPPY TO USE THAT UNDERUSED TAG I got a comment which was more of an invitation: would I like to take part in a blog book tour? I immediately did what came naturally: I followed as many links as I could find to find out exactly what that was. It's a good idea, possibly ingenious. …