I decided, today (because I have a broken
ankle, haven’t ridden in a month and it’s supper time, and
therefore an eminently sensible time to start anything new with a horse) to try
Diceman in a hackamore.He has no
mouth, you see, so I thought perhaps tugging on his nose might entice him to
stop sticking it into the air whenever we halted.It didn’t, but that’s
another story for another time.
Anyway, where was I?Oh, yes, the importance of helmets and
bits…..
There we were, sauntering up the driveway
to go home for supper, when my neighbour’s grooms (bless them), decided
to gallop his string of TWENTY polo ponies past us.
Needless to say, that was just the excuse
Diceman needed to stick his nose between his knees (this is the horse who
couldn’t possibly go long and low, no, never, never, never), leap five
feet in the air, gallop up the driveway, do a handbrake turn at the top, on the
concrete, past the healing room, do an almighty leap over the duckpond (I swear
the ducks will never be the same again, and the pond has never gone that shade
of green quite so quickly), gallop a further two strides and then SCREECH,
STOP!!Because we were now home.
Of course.
Bloody horse is definitely going eventing,
but perhaps NOT with me.
Tracey
(downing her first cider and moving swiftly on to the second and awaiting the
pleasant numbness I’m told will follow and hopefully stop the violent
throbbing in my violated ankle)
