Anyway.. back on track.. as recently as last weekend I found myself mountless because friends were riding with me and riding the two horse I would choose to ride first. I was more than happy for that arrangement because it meant that I was not riding alone again, however it left me with a little problem. Who was I to ride? One of them jokingly (I think) suggested I ride Riley and after thinking about it all night I thought, "bugger it why not". So with much trepidation and lots of almost backing out I saddled up my gorgeous paddock ornament and headed up to the arena.
To start off with I had plenty of trouble getting my foot in the offside stirrup because I have only ever ridden in an english saddle and my western saddle has been, like my western horse, an ornament in my feed shed/ tack room. Every time I tried to slide my foot into the brand new, wont give an inch, stirrup Riley took it as a cue to move off. Which is not an issue unless you are as witlessly, stupidly scared as I was. After much grunting and groaning I got my foot in the stirrup and all of a sudden things just went *click* right into place! Seriously, I just felt like I was meant to ride this horse and he was the safest animal in the world. Within minutes I was trotting and cantering around the arena without a care in the world and feeling like I had just won a million dollars. And to be honest it's worth so much more than a million dollars. I can ride my gorgeous paddock ornament and be a gorgeous trail riding horse, or a gorgeous show horse, or anything else I choose to do with him. It's fabulous!
Ok, so I guess that wasn't very much of an introduction but if I keep writing I will just fill the page with meaningless drivel. More meaningless drivel lol.
Here is my pretty boy.
BTW thanks to HowClever for the pics. Xxx