The Crop Chronicles: If You Love Something, Set it Free…

In honour of hoping that the two long sticks I have hidden are still where I put them when lessons are back on. *** September, 2012 A couple of weeks ago — see, I didn't even bother writing about this, because honestly, this is like the eleventy billionth post on this topic. A couple of …

Social Distancing and Open Order

The first time I experienced open order in a lesson, within two minutes I was like, 'Yeah, no, thanks but let's go back to the other way.' The other way was warming up in a group; open order meant we were warming up, but individually. At that stage I wasn't riding very independently, not yet. …

Endorphins: Purged

Not that it's a good thing. It's what we're all missing during this sheltering in place/self-isolation time. With the lack of human contact—and additionally in my case, contact with the horses—the production of endogenous opiates is way down, if not gone. I'm trying to get topped up on negative ions from being by the sea, …

The Crop Chronicles: The Amazing and Magical Stick of Wonder

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA that stick was so manky! *** 28 February, 2008 We were walking the horses round and round prior to starting Tuesday's hour. Reb had been chowing down before the lesson, the first of his day, and I reckoned it could go either way: grumpy from having been taken away from his hay, or fizzy …