This photo shows me racing along a lagoon down by Cape Trafalgar.
Look carefully and you'll see the ears and nose of the other horse.
My horse is an Andalucian. The saddle is English.
We are at full gallop but we can't see what holes are coming up because the water is disturbed. Spray was everywhere
I am leaning forwards - naughty boy - the locals ride in 'DOma Vaquera' ( 'countrystyle) and sit upright at the gallop.
The horse has full use of its head.
I am on my fork - legs straight down , toes are pointed outwards. I am trying not to disturb the action of the horse - I must have done so because I won the race.
PS There was an old lady all dressed in black, sitting on ther beach by the edge of the lagoon. She was sewing. I was aiming straight for her.
She sat where she was, calm as a cucumber - expecting me to stop in time. Talk about a one rein stop -luckily my the horse knew how to do it. We stopped so close in front of her that she was soaked by the spray.