Wot no pictures
Sorry Susie - no pikkies taken.
The visit was all part of my rehabilitation - could I look at horses!.
Over in the corner of one arena there was a rather special cob gelding, about 15.2, with silver mane and tail, nicely rounded with a good conformation and a kind eye, which caught my eye out of 100s of other horses. I slowly made my way over and said hello to him. The rider who was mounted up looked down in surprise. I asked about his breeding which she said was ' cobbie'. Whereas to me he looked distinctly Andalusian - but Irish cobs sometimes do.
The horse then turned his head right round, bitted up in a double bridle- and nudged my pocket for one or more of the treats which he could smell were in there. Of course I could not give him one with a bit in his mouth.
I think the rider thought I was a bit odd - but I said good bye and walked away. At least I didn't cry but my voice was a little croaky
My wife said: 'no' - 'you can't have another horse'.
But what do I do with all the tack in my tack store?