Looking at those photos of a desert in UTAH, I have to say we live in two different worlds. I'd love to have a go at what you guys are doing there.
Our riding here on this little island is just so different. But of course as the scenery is different so is the method of riding.
Here it is narrow country lanes barely 10 feet wide shared by cars, walkers, dogs and horses. The lanes lead up to a forest which has never been any thing else but a forest and is so recorded for at least two thousand years.
The peasants may have thinned it down a couple of times but it has then re grown.
The land is green - all the year round. It is wet for most of the year, the temperatures barely drop below -2 deg C and the sun comes out in the summer but rarely goes above 28 deg C You are never more than two miles from houses and a village or two. There are too many people.
The Normans - you know William the Conquerer and all that - chased wild boar through these woods and 1000 years before them, the Romans dressed in shiney armour hunted the local Welsh heathens - who back in those days were called Silurians.
The biggest predator locally apart from man is a fox. The biggest bird is a buzzard or a sparrow hawk. There are no poisonous snakes, insects or reptiles. In the spring the colours of the flowers would make Van Gogh jealous, because he never saw them. Herds of deer run wild in the forest and they have no predator - except the occasional gamekeeper.
The horse is an Irish Draught cross Connemara who was born on the windy wet, Atlantic washed corner of Ireland. She is as hardy as they come in cold or wet weather. She'd be lost on those stoney trails However she can go like a rocket, jump like a stag and give a good show in an old fashioned classical dressage arena.
The important thing is that the horse must stand perfectly still as a car passes her - barely a few inches away on a narrow country lane bordered by steep banks whilst a helicopter flies low overhead.
I'll swop your cowboy's hat for my riding hat any day but I wonder how you'll get on with my pesky small English saddle.
Maybe we should do a swop for a while!