Rural Texas was the way England used to be before Carbon turned the erstwhile land of hope and glory into some kind of Kurt Vonnegut Ice 9 disaster. In other words, it was misty and wet with the light drizzle of rain that I always used to associate with the onset of spring, or summer for that matter. But nostalgia aside, it was good to get out to the stables and ride about, except for one thing.As soon as I began to get into the stride of a canter, the horse would pull a quick head duck, half halt, sneeze, then proceed as if nothing much had happened. But it had, the rider had nearly gone over the handlebars; not dissimilar, I suppose, to being on a motorcycle when the brakes go on unannounced - scary. Didn't come off, fortunately.
Still, sneezing aside, it was great to get back in the saddle for an hour or so. Curious creatures, horses - they do me the world of good.
Get to sight in new M4gery tomorrow, excited about that.
Stay on the horse,
LSP
2 comments:
Beautiful horse LSP, I had to smile at the way you described your near brush with the ground almost coming near to you unexpectedly. I'm glad for you that you managed to say in the saddle though! :-)
Thanks Darlin - that near coincidence of rider and ground was a close run thing...
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