was just what i needed after M's first night in. Hadn't realised, so pleased i'd put my winter boots on anyway, and hunting hte winter gloves when i got to the yard!
had a nice ride this evening; planned the arena, but someone had left some empty large white fertiliser bags scattered along the fenceline, so rode back round, collected my hit air vest from where i'd left it on the stable door, and put it on whilst riding off out the other way.
he went along the back drive without more than 2 seconds of argument, which made a pleasant change, wasn't phased at all by Dido, YO's JRT, rabbiting all around him (including chasing rabbits towards us at a rate of knots) and the only thing that stopped him was his own nosiness - two riders were coming down towards us from the field on our left, and he absolutely would not do anything but investigate them. very odd. so we rode back in parallel with them (i knew them, and he knew one of the horses, perhaps that was it?)
Ah, Monfy is one of those "creative thinkers." While you are trying to ride, he is fabricating his own stories. Those horses were all friends from his grammar school days...before the track. He was remembering the day one of them got suspended from school. *lol*
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