CW when I read you had taken a fall I thought it was from a horse to start with!
Get some arnica tablets and cream, they are great for bruising.
Why is it that when we trip and fall the first thing we do is look around to see who was watching?
Was busy yesterday took some time to do a load of baking. Several cakes, a chicken and sweetcorn pie, several pasties, and scones both sweet and savoury.
Been busy planting in the garden and come I for a break. We are in sore need of rain. I have actually put out the sprinklers it is that dry. We didn't get much rain over the last week but it was cold and nasty. Not a lot better for the coming week.
HUNTER You are going to have to stop the treats! Only give one when he is caught. I hate horses that bite. Serious damage can be done if they do start the habit. Glad you punished for it.
There was a pony at the riding school that bit and by bit I mean would do serious damage and grab you and hold on and shake.
He was not allowed to be handled by anyone but the more experienced and riders were not allowed to mount or dismount him without someone at his head.
What made it worse was that he might not do it for months and then grab you without warning.
One day I was leading him in after he had been ridden and he went for me. He grabbed my wrist area. Luckily I had a large handkerchief stuffed up the sleeve of a newly knitted sweater Mum had made - which I was not supposed to be wearing to the stables.
Unluckily he tore a hole in the sleeve. I was so mad I grabbed his ear and bit it hard - with my back teeth, and held on. He spun around and around in a circle squealing like a pig. He never, ever tried to bite me again!
He was about 14 hands and I would ride him in gymkhanas as no one else bar an older friend, wanted to ride him. He was a great games pony and as you could get 8 games entries for £1 and win £3 for each, I would always come home in pocket.
Gymkhana games were a big thing back then. I loved them and although never athletic I could vault on and off at a gallop and had good hand/eye co-ordination.
I was also one for seeing gaps in the rules and utilising the to my advantage.
A new game - the dressing game - was introduced. You had to take off your hats, jackets and boots. These were placed in sacks at various distances from the start. Ponies were held at the top of the arena unsaddled.
You ran to the first sack, collected your boots, then your hats, and finally jackets, ran to the pony saddled it and raced to the finish.
It was chaos trying to find everything. Next time I had Mum sew some red elbow patches in the elbows of an old jacket, and old pair of boots with elastic sides, had the soles painted red at was an old hat that Foxhound pups had chewed the velvet off. I had no problem picking out my stuff! I was at the finish before most had even found their clothing.
This pony went to his last show when he was in his thirties. He had been in a veteran class and was standing watching the games with great interest. We put a seven year girl up on him for the bending race. His reins were knotted and she only had hold of the buckle and the front of the saddle in both hands - they won by a great distance and she did nothing but sit there!