To we West Europeans, it is amazing as to how you guys cope with snow. In our world if a mere couple of inches of the white stuff falls from the sky, then the so called sophisticated world in which we live, comes to a grinding halt.
Crowded motorways slither to a halt, airports close, schools are shut and we all huddle indoors close to the heating radiators.
As for taking our horses out such chilly days, well one little slip of one iron shod hoof on an icey tarmac surface over which invariably we would have to cross, is enough to send us skurrying off back to the stables for fear of tearing ligaments.
But over one Christmas past, I did manage to ride out with a couple of friends in the Brecon Beacons on a faithful steed named William. That day we wandered over the moors for a couple of hours on a crisp sunny day. I remember it still. The countryside had been transformed by the snow.
The biggest problem for me had been driving the fifty miles from my home to the stables. My horse coped magnificently with the slippery surfaces - much to my surprise. At the beginning of the ride it was me up in the saddle who was tense whilst anticipating any sudden slip but William a Welsh Cob/ Hannoverian cross knew his job.
However in our part of the world, there can be snow one day and overnight a warm front might blow through, in which case most of the snow will disappear and leave behind chaos and a brown, slippery sludge.
Father Christmas would have wheels fitted to his sledge in our part of the world.
Last edited by xxBarry Godden; 12-29-2011 at 06:02 AM.