I am drifting on a tide of fresh air tiredness.My throat hurts from inhaling a windswept arena; my face is red from the sun (the factor 15 in my moisturiser’s not much cop then); one ankle was bashed by an empty oil drum, the other by the swinging stirrup iron of a pony that danced around as I tried to clamber aboard.
A jump pole was dropped on my finger, which throbbed alarmingly and now has little red bits under the nail. Another pony stood on my foot – not the one nearest to him, he purposefully stepped across to my furthest away foot to crush my toes.
I thought I was going to be the only casualty of the day until the final lesson, when a girl slipped elegantly sideways on her saddle and slid slowly to the ground.
Fortified now by a glass of red from my sometime employer and a roast beef dinner courtesy of my mum, I think I will survive. Each time, I say never again…but sadly, I’m a bit like Sean Connery…
9 comments:
this horsey business is all good fun isn't it!?
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
You're a big hairy Scotsman? Gosh that's so unlike the image I had of you.
Sahd.
Some have ordinary, mundane, everyday experiences ... and then there is you, M&M.
M&M, it sounds like you had a rougher time of it than the horses. I hope you recover soon. There's nothing red wine and roast beef can't cure.
I think you're awfully brave going any where near a horse (too many large teeth and big feet for my liking - bit like a PE teacher?) And the word 'arena' sounds very serious...I can cope with red wine and roast beef though.
Ziggi - it certainly is!
SAHD - I prefer to think of myself as bond Girl - see http://mutteringsandmeanderings.blogspot.com/2007/03/coming-of-light.html
James - most of my life is ordinary, mundane and everyday!
You're so right Arthur...
Mountainear - horses ain't so bad. Like children, it's other people's that can be hell ...
A good day then, M&M?
I see. That's more like it. Although I seem to remember she was less into horse-riding than, well....
Horsey stuff.
While back home, I discovered that the dinky little white horses which last time I was convinced were NOT shetland, were, on closer inspection, and having slowed the car down, almost bound to be white Shetlands.
They are the loveliest things you can imagine, you want to just pick them up and take them home with you...
As for horses of your own; well the only people my parents know who keep horses used to breed them on a small farm. They used to be haulage contractors who lived in town and moved out when the younger members of the family took on the work.
So maybe you should start a little haulage business of your own. Even start one which features horses pulling little trucks...the oil is going to run out soon anyhow.
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